i said hello to the world, and they replied in silence. i said i would one day be a voice, but i never thought it would be so soon. i said i would run away, i would run very far. they never heard me screaming.
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hello, world. i am james bean and i am 17 years old; i live on the planet of zupto. i am a fancier of diverse arts and i, james bean, throw my hand at creation with many writings, writings of various kinds, some paintings, one of which you can find on the ceiling of the sistine chapel (it is a very nice painting), graphic work and web design, a little photography, an amount of music into the mix, and that's about it. i am a lover of music and girls and other things too. some musical artists which heavily influence me are depeche mode, nine inch nails, radiohead, project 86, ever, delta-s, tears for fears, the cure!!!, dead poetic, kill hannah, blink-182, and mewithoutyou. also i might add that deftones' "white pony" album was incredible. i am a poop. i don't feel like i want to finish writing this.
arrgh!!! i am being electrocuted!!! tape the phoneline back together again before i die!!!
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if you are reading this, you better've read the first part of this story. the part in which i felt like i was a poop and didn't finish writing. anyhow, i have three siblings, two parents, a pet as dumb as your brother (if you read this, jon, that's geared toward mike), and i have an undying liking for awesome. my weakness is my heart--not in an emotional state, but in a physical one; if you stab a knife through it, it will probably inflate. i might as well warn you that i am metaphorically a god among the fashionable; i sport everything from plaid to black and my middle name is "zoolander."