Rants on Random Nonsense That Doesn't Make Sense (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) #1 THIS IS NUMBER 1 OF RORN- refer to beginning of title.

I warned you. And I will warn you again. This is a rant that makes no sense at all- a.k.a. this information is inaccurate, horrible and nonsense. So, if you were looking for something useful... don't read this. But if you want to waste your time... good choice. I don't know where I got this information from- I just made it up. So  yeah. At times I will direct you back to this section for your own sake. (and mine) Enjoy.

#1 of the RORN series.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Hello. Did you think of yourself as a human being?

Well, what if you're wrong? What if I said, you're not a human being.

You're a human bean. Yup. A baby word for human being? No.

A serious scientific, epic, awesomeness, making sense (look at the description in the beginning) word.

In let's see... 1892, Louis E. Garrisburn, a psychologist and scientist came up with the word, human bean. 

Let's start again.

You're not a human being, you're a human bean.

Not even I am a human being. Why? A human being, is a human who is being.

Being what? Being a human. Complex, huh?

A human being, is a human who is being the perfect, human.

So are you a human being?

If you are arrogant and said yes, listen again.

Being a human is not so simple. Not only do you have to be a simple, you're the simple being, of a human. (beginning description)

Mr.Garrisburn came up with this word, human bean to describe the non human beings.

So you are a human bean.

You just wasted precious time of your life reading this, but this was made to be a time waster. 

So that's a good thing in a way. Thanks for reading if you did.

The Pursuit of Happiness (Edited and Revised Edition) (Includes an Epilogue)

      Jack Garrow was in the pursuit of happiness. He was always sad and lonely. He had no friends or at least someone to make him feel better.

      On one particular day, he seemed sadder than ever. He was looking down at his feet, just walking and shuffling around. I was going over to my friends, when I saw him. A sudden wave of sadness came to me. I slowly and cautiously approached him. 

     "What's the matter?" I said. 

He didn't look up, he simply said, "I'm on the pursuit of happiness."

Puzzled, I looked at him and asked, "What's that?"

     "A pursuit that can last your life" Jack seemed very full of thought.

     "Are you okay?" I asked a bit more brightly.

     "Yeah but my sister isn't." 

He looked up and it felt like he was looking at my soul. I swallowed a big lump in my throat. I was only in 2nd grade and I didn't know what to say. 

     "Is she... okay?"

     "She has some illness called pn-" he stopped. "I don't know."

I felt sorry for a kid I never knew.

     "I hope she'll get better... I'll pray?!" I added. 

     "Thanks." He said glumly.

That was my first conversation with Jack Garrow.

     The next day, I prayed before going to school. I started to admire Jack. He seemed wise and knowledgeable in a way. I quickly became his friend and learned a lot about him. he seemed a lot brighter and happier than before. 

     "Thank you, my sister is a lot better now." he told me one day. I felt like I was a part of saving somebody's life- I felt like a hero. I felt proud and happy. 

     "And also, thank you for helping me in the pursuit of happiness."

     Helping Jack had a lot of effect on me. I made a friend and also helped save a life. But the greatest help of all was that he helped me in the pursuit of happiness- a pursuit I didn't even know I wasn't part of.

Thank you Jack, thank you.

Epilogue

     Jack moved away and I never say him again. He was a good friend, a true friend. I will truly miss him forever and I wish he sees this piece of writing.

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If you haven't noticed, this is fake... Yeah, go hit me now.

: p Thanks to: my sister, my life, and me. 

I AM JACK GARROW!

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He sat on the steps

He was gazing at Anything

For He had lost Everything

Without Everything, He only had Nothing

But now that Nothing was gone, He had Anything

Once Anything left, He was alone with He

Hullo...

I haven't been posting for a while.
But I decided I should.

PREVIEW OF STUFF...

March 21st, 2 days till D-Day.

I didn’t think Banjone would hate Barjone that much, I know they are really similar which makes them really not like each other, hate is a pretty strong word. Stronger than you think.

* * *

March 23rd, 1 day before D-Day.

I was nervous today, causing me to almost get caught. I mean anything can happen, who knows? We were ready, but Mr.Googleys wasn’t ready. He didn’t have the ‘bomb’ ready yet. I am thinking about pushing it farther. It meaning D-Day. Or dung day as Ploosh calls it. I bought the sodas at the dollar store.

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March 25th, 2 days until the Delayed-D-Day.

Mr.Googleys is finally ready. Everyone else is also ready for D-D-Day.

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March 26th, 1 day before D-D-Day

READY...

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March 27th, 3 hours before D-D-Day Time

SET...

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D-D-Day Time

Go!

OTHER STUFF...

I stared at the limp, lifeless body of Everything. I looked in despair. “What can be worse?” I murmured, trying to hold back the tears forming in my eyes. I sat up and gently placed him, in the hole. I patted the dirt softly after I filled the hole. With my fingers, I traced in the mud “Here Lies Everything, a Great Cat and a Great Friend R.I.P.” I sighed, knowing I was alone now. No Everybody to be there when I’m sad or when I’m angry. I took a deep breath to brace myself for the horrible sounds I will hear when I get back. I ran around the back of the small barn and threw myself onto the haystack. I got up and climbed into the window. As always, my straw bed was turned over. I bit my lip and walked downstairs. “Where ya bin Freak?!” He screamed. “Somewhere!” I yelled back. I hated my nasty name; Freak. I don’t know where it came from, but everybody had a name. I wished at least Alot was here. Alot was my only friend besides Everything. It was known that Everybody named us all, but I (secretly) read in a book, that your parents did. That was interesting to me. Parents? What are those? Family? All these strange things.

He told me I had to hoe the garden and make lunch. I did as I was told and didn’t complain. This was only because they made me do all the work, and I got a place to sleep. I was happy with that. As I went to the garden, I noticed a small hole in the ground near the giant oak tree. I was curious, so I approached it cautiously. I looked down- that was my big mistake. I slipped on the mud fell in through the hole. My face felt heavy as I went down the long tunnel.

I landed with a thud on the gravel floor.



MORE OTHER STUFF....

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A man walks into a small and dark building. The building old and bricks are crumbling. The man holds a briefcase. the mans walks into a room and sees two other people. They welcome him and they slide a sheet across the small shiny table. Zoom. The sheet says, “Kill the five targets, The fifth and fourth are the 3rd and 2nd generations of Robert E. Smith.” The man with the briefcase mutters, “A Smith...” He opens the briefcase and asks for the money. Zoom. There is a small pistol inside the briefcase, unnoticed by the two other men. The two men laugh and refuse. Then the man pulls out his gun and shoots one of the men. The other man looks with fright and gives him 20 one thousand dollar bills. The man puts it in his briefcase and shoots the man. He then leaves as the hidden camera turns itself off...

Chapter 1 Similar But Different

James opens up his laptop and writes the password, J55555S. Then he goes on Google. Bored, he types his own name and sees that a signer of the declaration of the independence, a professor, a guy who started this weird company, and a photographer, all had the same name. He turns his computer off and discovers something strange. He sees he has an urgent message from Gmail,  something more strange is that the message came from his iPhone, his iPhone just suddenly turned on by itself. James looked at it when his grandma called him to eat dinner. He went downstairs thinking that he will get the Gmail later. But, when he came back up, his iPhone was disabled for 50 years. James laughed and thought it was a joke, but it wasn’t. He shook his iPhone. He looked around and noticed that the window was slightly open. He peeked his head out the window and noticed a shiny thing.  He slowly put his foot out when his grandma came in. He put his foot back inside. He waited until his grandma went away.  Then he slowly climbed out of the house and jumped onto the soft earth. Then he picked up the shiny thing, his iPhone. He turned it on and saw that the message was on there. “Dear the 3rd generation of Robert E. Smith. I am Sam. I want to see you at McDonalds at 3:00 AM tomorrow. If you are not there, you will regret it and don’t tell anyone. This is urgent so don’t ask too many questions. From Sam”

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The man held his gun carefully positioned in the corner of McDonalds. He knew the boy was going to come. In a minute another $200,000 would be his. He saw a boy come in. He was early. He held the gun tightly and as the boy look around, he shot him in the head. The workers freaked out as the man slowly disappeared. Just after that James came in and looked around. Seeing the kid dead on the floor, he yelped and ran away.

SO YEAH!. That's a bunch of previews. No more than that. If you want more you have to go 

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