I found this on the kitchen counter tonight. It had been there a week or so along with some of my son's drawings. I think it was a school assignment from last year that I liked so much that I stuck away only to have it resurface, slightly worse for the wear, under the bowl of oranges. What I can't get into this blog post is the little trademark symbols after the names "Portal Gun","Assassin's Creed" and "Hidden Blades". That is just the icing on the cake for me.
Here goes:
I am poem, James
I am a snawsome guy who likes creepy pastas
I wonder if we will find intelligent life.
I hear the droning of grass on an ant hill
I see a bird swimming
I want a Portal Gun
I am a snasome guy who likes creepy pastas
I pretend to jump from buildings into haystacks
I feel Assassin's Creed is awesome
I touch leaves
I worry I won't earn any money
I cry about the fact that Connor died.
I am a snawsome guy who likes creepy pastas.
I understand Assassin's Creed isn't real
I say Hidden Blades are cool.
I dream of Mexican wrestlers punching demons
I try to be better at chores
I hope Hidden Blades will become real.
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