11th Grade Religion Class

i came upon this thing i wrote like three years ago or some shit in 'religion' class i high school. we were supposed to write journal entries about some bullshit, but the teacher never read them so i wrote about things and stuff...this one is called 'The Meaning of Life'

Well, when I spoke to Ferris Bahboday she promisquosly stated that such events had taken order six times prior when they shant have at all. What a question I pondered for the six precedented memorandums. The foresaken epitaph, sought by myself as well as others, went towards the charity vocation of dealing in matters undealt and therefore left unsurpassed. Forgotten by none, remembered by all, I sauntered to the eastern seabord where I discovered what seemed to be nothing, but something that had momentarily occupied its being. This sort of situation is common place, but when it does not happen very often you have a whole lot of tapestries left unhung on the wall of life. All left unspoken, only to be heard by others through loud whispers, only audible when the def man listens. This is what I deciphered through Mrs. Bahboday's eloquent oration on the lapse of time of man.

hm...ya, after reading that, i think im going to take another voyage...adios mr. giraffe... we shall meet on the moon.


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