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My Declaration of Potterpendence
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My Declaration of Potterpendence(I'm a wizard god) The first book, the sorceror's stone, that simply set it up for the advanced; You christians give it a chance. If I was Harry Potter, I'd enchant my pants. I'll learn all the magic chants and then speak in riddles and cry in my rhymes. I'd study magic all the time, even if the ancient sorcery was named a crime. A picture is worth a thousand words, but Hermione's is worth like a jerking... I'd perform colostomy, lobotomy, and I'd even be a mo'fucking brain surgeon. I'd take Advanced Merking, and maybe even learn me some of the astronomy, and to maintain an economy, I'd use my skill to cheat in games of monopoly. I enter the chambers, my eyes and mind could simply sense the danger. I had my personal trainer, a paddle, and a lonely and frightened Granger. There's snakes in the wall, snakes in my pants, even invading my thoughts, I thought of the magic tought, and used it as I had so desperately fought. Hermione's a bitch, a real sexy witch, she's that stupid whore that I sought. I may not be the Pheonix, but I'd be happy to give that muggle some Fawks. Presented Riddles, but I didn't pay attention, in his diary I wrote squibbles. My mind wasn't on running, or even thinking, it was somewhere in the middle. Then came the day I learned I had a godfather, was I now half-immortal? Anything's possible if I can reach into mirrors and pull stones through portals. He killed my parents, but it was actually that stupid fat fucker Wormtail, so just to piss him off him off, I subscribed his address so he'd get chainmail. I've got a hangnail, but Ron's even worse, he's only got him a broken leg, and my mind isn't on track in this house, it's partying with Hermione 'n kegs. The Triwizard Tournament's this week, but I forgot how to retrieve my broom, so I puke to make room, so I can start to levitate on overdoses of shrooms. My mind wandered and searched, but my mind's lake drained to a puddle, I made space in my room so that I could easily smuggle that fucking muggle. I learned I was pegged as a child, but I didn't even get to be a damn pirate, but now my porn mags are safe from my parents eyes mistakeningly finding. |
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