I am the rapemonster in your closet, the horrorbeast under your bed, THE LOOPY-POOPY-LEMON-GOOPY IN THE ANUS OF YOUR MIND.
Above all, I am harmless. Sitting on the toilet of truth,I AM BOXI am the rapemonster in your closet, the horrorbeast under your bed, THE LOOPY-POOPY-LEMON-GOOPY IN THE ANUS OF YOUR MIND.
Above all, I am harmless. Sitting on the toilet of truth,I AM BOX
He shall. Take a chance, Cyrus.
It's a conspiracy of revenge!
This Box is trying to tear us apart!I eat box every day.

I actually know this kid (somewhat) in real life. Rather, him and I share many mutual friends, and we always talk over Facebook, but due to being a somewhat inconvenient distance from one another, combined with terrible planning skills on our part, we've yet to really hang out in person.That being said, I fucking love this kid. We're mindfuckbuddies, so to speak. We're two trains from the same wreck, we are. Pretty much all our conversations evolve in a similar fashion to WHAT IS BOX, except two-sided, and often filled with reactive messages spanning the full spectrum of capital letters. This fucking kid. THIS FUCKING KID.Edit: By the way he's never coming back now. YOU SCARED HIM AWAY.Why is he banned?
EDIT: Never mind, justAnd now this blog isn't in the RA :/some weird buga cool feature.Duplicate account from what I hear.