Synthetic Symphony

I miss the old Kanye, straight from the 'Go Kanye

Chop up the soul Kanye, set on his goals Kanye

I hate the new Kanye, the bad mood Kanye

The always rude Kanye, spaz in the news Kanye

I miss the sweet Kanye, chop up the beats Kanye

I gotta to say at that time I'd like to meet Kanye

See I invented Kanye, it wasn't any Kanyes

And now I look and look around and there's so many Kanyes

I used to love Kanye, I used to love Kanye

I even had the pink polo, I thought I was Kanye

What if Kanye made a song about Kanye

Called "I Miss The Old Kanye, " man that would be so Kanye

That's all it was Kanye, we still love Kanye

And I love you like Kanye loves Kanye

Stine was born on October 8, 1943[2] in Columbus, Ohio,[3] the son of Lewis Stine, a shipping clerk, and Anne Feinstein. He grew up in Bexley, Ohio.[4][5][6] He comes from a Jewish family. Stine began writing at age nine, when he found a typewriter in his attic, subsequently beginning to type stories and joke books.[7] According to the documentary Tales from the Crypt: From Comic Books to Television, R.L. Stine said that he remembered reading the popular/infamous Tales from the Crypt comic books when he was young and credited them as one of his inspirations. He graduated from Ohio State University in 1965 with a Bachelor of Arts in English.[8] While at OSU, R. L. Stine edited the OSU humor magazine The Sundial for three out of his four years there.[2] He later moved to New York City to pursue his career as a writer.[4] Stine wrote dozens of humor books for kids under the name Jovial Bob Stine and created the humor magazine Bananas.[4] Bananas was written for teenagers and published by Scholastic Press for 72 issues between 1975 and 1984, plus various "Yearbooks" and paperback books. Stine was editor and responsible for much of the writing (other contributors included writers Robert Leighton, Suzanne Lord and Jane Samuels and artists Sam Viviano, Samuel B. Whitehead, Bob K. Taylor, Bryan Hendrix, Bill Basso, and Howard Cruse). Recurring features included "Hey – Lighten Up!", "It Never Fails!", "Phone Calls", "Joe" (a comic strip by John Holmstrom), "Phil Fly", "Don't You Wish...", "Doctor Duck", "The Teens of Ferret High", "First Date" (a comic strip by Alyse Newman), and "Ask Doctor Si N. Tific".

In 1986, Stine wrote his first horror novel, called Blind Date.[9] He followed with many other novels, including The Babysitter, Beach House, Hit and Run, and The Girlfriend.[4] He was also the co-creator and head writer for the Nickelodeon children's television series Eureeka's Castle,[10] original episodes of which aired as part of the Nick Jr. programming block during the 1989–1995 seasons.

In 1989, Stine started writing Fear Street books.[11] Before launching the Goosebumps series, Stine authored three humorous science fiction books in the Space Cadets series titled Jerks in Training, Bozos on Patrol, and Losers in Space.[12] In 1992, Stine and Parachute Press went on to launch Goosebumps.[4]

Also produced was a Goosebumps TV series that ran for four seasons from 1995 to 1998[13] and three video games; Escape from HorrorLand, Attack of the Mutant[14] and Goosebumps HorrorLand.[15] In 1995, Stine's first novel targeted at adults, called Superstitious, was published.[16] He has since published three other adult-oriented novels: The Sitter, Eye Candy,[8] and Red Rain. There is no point in living anymore I want to take my life, I have no personality no hobby. Who am I. I want to die. I truly want to kill myself. $champagnesaucin

*Puts on liberal rap" Lil Enby Vert?? 😯 eNByA TransBoy??? 😲 21 PRONOUNS??? 😳 GENDERick Lamar??? 😨 KanGAY West????? 😰 HRT Choppa?????? 🤯🤯 PANSEXUAL Gambino???????😫😫 TYLER THE CREATOR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!😱😱

am I gay? questioning my sexuality after what happened last night. i was being your average horny teen, beating my meat to some straight porn. but that just wasn't cutting it. it wasn't making me horny enough. i google "hog rider clash royale porn" and start fapping to the first image i saw. i released the biggest load i ever had to that hot image, seeing hog riders big meaty dick really turned me on. but then, post nut clarity hit me like a truck. i realized what I had done and started pondering my existence.

The title was Enough

Born: November 16, 1977 (age 44), New York City, New York (state), United States

Net worth: $25 million (celebritynetworth.com)

Height: 5'9" (1.75m)

Spouse: Peter Sarsgaard (m 2009 - present)

Children: Gloria Ray Sarsgaard, Ramona Sarsgaard

Parents: Naomi Foner Gyllenhaal, Stephen Gyllenhaal

“Best thing about being in your 90s is you’re spoiled rotten. Everybody spoils you like mad and they treat you with such respect because you’re old. Little do they know, you haven’t changed. You haven’t changed in [the brain]. You’re just 90 every place else … Now that I’m 91, as opposed to being 90, I’m much wiser. I’m much more aware and I’m much sexier.”

—People Betty White

All up in the blogs

Saying we met at the bar

When I don't even know who you are

Saying we up in your house

Saying I'm up in your car

But you in LA and I'm out at Jermaine's

I'm up in the A

You so so lame

And no one here even mentions your name

It must be the weed, it must be the E

'Cause you've beem popping hood

You get it popping

Oh, why you so obsessed with me (boy, I wanna know)

Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows)

It's clear that you're upset with me

Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress

Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this

You're delusional, you're delusional

Boy you're losing your mind

It's confusing yo', you're confused you know

Why you're wasting your time?

Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex

Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex

Oh, oh, oh boy why you so obsessed with me?

So, oh, oh, oh, oh

So, oh, oh, oh, oh (and all my ladies says)

So, oh, oh, oh, oh

So, oh, oh, oh, oh (and all my girls says)

You on your job

You hating hard

Ain't gon' feed you

I'm gonna let you starve

Gasping for air

I'm ventilation

You out of breath

Hope you ain't waiting

Telling the world how much you miss me

But we never were

So why you trippin'?

You a mom and pop

I'm a corporation

I'm the press conference

You a conversation

Oh, why you so obsessed with me (and boy I wanna know)

Lying that you're sexing me (when everybody knows)

It's clear that you're upset with me (oh, oh, oh)

Finally found a girl that you couldn't impress

Last man on the earth still couldn't hit this

You're delusional, you're delusional

Boy you're losing your mind

It's confusing yo, you're confused, you know

Why you wasting your time?

Got you all fired up with your Napoleon complex

Seeing right through you like you're bathing in Windex

Oh, oh, oh, boy why you so obsessed with me

Ah, oh why you so obsessed with me?

(All up in my George Foreman)

Boy, I wanna know

Lying that you're sexing me

(Lying that you're sexing me)

When everybody knows

It's clear that you're upset with me

Oh, oh, oh- Beyoncé

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