counterclaim: Shatter the flesh and reinforce the bone, embrace the carbon mesh, it powers' all your own. (yes, this was spoken in riddles, but this is reference towards the song "Prototype VIP" by Glaze.
but rlly, i'm technically grounded (i hate my life), everything's fine (i ain't fine), just need to wait out the days for Thursday/Friday (these are going to be long nights, help-).
I, CAN'T DO ANYTHING! I'm using a f**king potato for a computer! it's a damned slow assed computer! I can't bounce around, or do my magic, I can't even make songs at all! the whole life is misery, misery! it's pointless, pointless...
Well, on the bright side, at least I still can use the computer... and the Internet has dementia...