Wednesday, September 23, 2009 8:17 PM
kenneth's conscience thinks to itself. should have seen that it wasn't a cannon filled with fireworks. should have seen that the fan was spinning way too fast. should have seen that it was really a freaking shitcannon aimed at a fan spinning at a speed 5.
kenneth's conscience was too late. kenneth's conscience realised the shit already hit the fan. maybe kenneth's conscience was only born after the room was splattered with shit. but be that as it may, kenneth's conscience came to the conclusion that even if that was the case, it is still glad that it was born. kenneth's conscience thought to itself. "either way i don't want this crap all over my bedroom" so it began wiping crap off one side of a wall. and kenneth's conscience smiles to itself.
;kenneth's conscience wonders if anybody can read its thoughts. and then realizes it's kinda dumb to have wrote it down on a blog if it didn't want people to know its thoughts. and then realises again that if it didn't write it down in the first place, all these thoughts would have been forgotten away anyway. as by now a thousand other thoughts would have flown through the subconscious mind. and then realises again again that maybe it isn't so bad afterall to allow people to read it. as most people wouldn't know what it's about anyway. thus kenneth's conscience comes to the decision, that it will allow this very very small portion of kenneth's subconscious thoughts to forever be etched into the eternal walls of kenneth's internet memory album.
The End!
Kenneth was here.
