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Today, like my other days, I had an epiphany. As I was awesomely high-fivin’ awesome people, I came to an realization. Why should I follow the standard rules of society and become an individu-no, a minion of the dictating trend setters? How could the only person awesomer than the awesome person be a follower? Realizing this, I quickly grasped the nothingness- an embodiment of the rank high-fivers have- during an awesome high five and spoke “High Fist Bro.” The look of amazement and enlightenment on my awesome buddy’s face, and his utterment of soft, slow, yet sturdy “H-high fist.” was proof- No, a prophecy of a legacy throughout the years of humanity. Follow me, the awesomer, and you will have a weapon to win all fights. As your enemy raises his fist to strike- all you need is a single action to win. #High Fist

I lied. Awesomeness can’t fit in a Box; it’s just like how I can’t be stereotyped. If it was a box, then it would be a Pandora’s Box. But the box of Awesomeness that brings destruction to the world because it is too awesome for humanity to bear. It’s just as the Perfect Matrix Stimulation fell apart in the Matrix because it was way too perfect. Yu-up. Oh noes. It’s leaking. Badly. Should be another gazillion years til it runs out.

I guess someone has “The Awesome Blog”, but too bad I have “The Awesomer Blog”. Yea oooh yea. I just did that. #High Fist!