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To start off the mark
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It is I who will one day change the world. I will be known as the master of al things, and will also own a Caprice. When all of this happens, I will be left with every concieveable luxury item and about 3 zillion dollars. But in reality that will never happen. It will need a strong starting point, and I will need a reliable source of income. Reality is I DONT, and want eveything, including the Ford factory to be shut down, or blown up by some international terrorist. Enough of the will come later.
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So you want more?
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If you want fancy effects, why did you come here. I am not a science/computer freak! I am only 11 wanting absolutely everything ( I won't go on further) my own webpage and a LIMO that I at the moment don't have the money for. In fact I don't have the money for just about anything at the moment. The only reason I got this site is so I can leave my mark THAT"S ALL! In the whole world I can think of, there are not many things worth looking forward to. So if anythink (my new word) happens to me, god forbid, I will still be in cyberspace. And I am already building up a name as the world's greatest cyberspace interrogator. If you want to know about me read on!
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My interests: how boring
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I will ramble on for hours at a time on absolutely nothing..............................................................for a while, and I am rather considering myself an excellent public speaker. Together with that I loathe Ford (which stands for Found On Rubbish Dump) submarines, clowns and diesel. I love on the other hand, Holden, sailing, mountain bikes and a lot else. I can't resist the experience of coming round and facing the wind on a hobie cat, the letting the jib freelance out, the mainsail coming round th thwack you in the head with the boom, then one hull rail coming out of the water on the account of the gust bringing you almost over the side of the boat. I just love driving in go-karts, feeling the engine vibrating around 10 centinetres behind your head, throwing the wheel around and watching the rear end show you the flipside, then shoving the pedal as hard as it will go down to get the tyres spinning around and round, the smell of burning rubber as I see my friend Tim sliding off the wet track.
I love high performance computers, cars the go like the proverbial scalded cat, games with so much threee-dd action that it is almost impossible to contemplate what is standing in front
of you, a computer screen, or a warzone.
That just about does it, and I also like my watch. Work it out yourself.
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