I enjoy a few genres usually, being lofi, vaporwave, and future funk. I do branch out when I feel like it, but I usually stick to instrumental music to study. I don't really do anything else, since I am a constant state of potato due to dehydrating myself. I ain't a cactus, but I sure like to believe I am one. I do enjoy songs with lyricsthat provoke thought, but I also will go and check things out feom my interests. I mean, the rabbit hole has a nice community that kinda ends up with this potato being sucked into it and fan-songs, as you may see. Otherwise, I am just another weirdo stuck on the internet during   C U R R E N T   W O R L D   E V E N T .   If you're reading this still, you're as bored as I am. I mean really now- I'm another homo sapien on the interwebs. Why you clicked on my profile is something I have bo idea to. I don't post anything, don't know how to, and don't have anything to. So Imma assume at this point you are procrastinating, since you are looking at the bio of an empty account with only private playlists. I'm very skilled at rambling, and am determined to hit the 4K character limit. I am so long winded, despite not being so verbose, that I can go on and on and on like a broken record, whilst breaking records in breaking grammatical rules. although i think im doing okay right now my punctuation seems very on point and im totally not messing things up purposefully at allll. The trick is that I think by speaking, and by typing, and instead of thinking things over prior to the typing, I end up splatting my thoughts onto my phone at 14:00. I just typed something but deleted it and decided to put this string of characters in its place instead, as to keep the lack of flow and rably choppiness going. I have two thousand two hundred words left at the dot. Well, minus two. The dot was the period placed after the word dot, which I decided out of sheer boredom and need to sleep. I almost have exactly two thousand characters left, and now I have exact. I messed up. Moving on. As you may have noticed, this entire bio is full of pure filler, with no content at all, which is pretty substantial. I have much to write if I wish to fill up this section. According to all known laws of aviation, bees cannot fly. Bees fly anyways, because they don't carrot all a-boat watt humans think. Although they may halt upon the glance of the mighty Shrek, for fear of being subjected to Peter Griffin from Megamind featuring Dante from the Shin Megami Tensei series. Xtra potatoes are required to sustain these bees, although this potato probably won't do the trick, as you will need a potatoe. Water, however, can be a very powerful healing item to have in stock when facing the blights of calamity, although this may not hold well in court. Ron priceeded to dip hermione in hot sauce and eat her whole family. "Ron was always the handsome one," says Harry. After an intense smoldering followed by jungle sound effects, harry quaked the land "Not so handsome now," he said with the chiseled stone shining from the split mountain. Sticks and stones may break their bones, but scones will heal their loans. These are due to the twenty eight stab wounds Thomas has suffered, for he was the little engine that n't. Toad seems to screech for hours, because of how bread the garlic was. My mind, however, is not present as I proceed to hit the five hundred ninety word achievement. This time, I hit it. I am feeling sleepy, but that will not stop me now at 14:28 this day. I shall keep pushing the limits that this text box has, even with nothing being entertaining and having a large man breathing down my neck. Please don't hurt me, Sephiroth, I have done my dorimes for today. I have about two hundred and fifty words. As in, left over, I have two hundred seven. As of the n in the previous sentence this time, being the last n. I am really stretching it, I might be able to finish finish this bio. I have some last words to say. I'd like to thank my dog, my cat, and 

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