Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Walt Whitman
I chose Walt Whitman for my biography report because Mr. Farlow state that if I wasnt going to take this twelvemonth seriously and pick a substantial poet I might as soundly not come to class whatevermore. Walt Whitman was an august child molester who was born in past Hong Kong. He is over 3,000 years mature and remembers the have-to doe withs of all the forgotten Gods. Walt Whitman is 90 stories tall, and his adventures are legendary. With his blue ox, Emily Dickenson, Walt Whitman traveled crossways young America and helped the nation greow into the crazy powerhouse it is to twenty-four hours.He dropped his decent axe, forming the gm Canyon the orchard apple tree cores he would swash from his mighty m forbiddenh planted apple treees all acoess the country and the stomp of his mighty boot caused the stock market to crash. He and his sensation, Huck Finn, traveled down the multiple sclerosis river and freed the slaves. Walt Whitman believed that the still good Chinaman was a dead Chinaman, so he went to Tiananmen unanimous and gave them all glaze. Except instead of arsedy he killed them.Walt Whitmans might seem like a real cool guy, besides in reality hes a whiny. His Livejournal, which he doesnt think anyone knows about is full of whiny goth poetry. His Current Mood is ever Apathetic and his music is always any(prenominal) obscure punk band that no one has ever heard of. whatever people who pretended to be his friend so they could get access to his friends only posts grabbed some of poetry and made a book from them, and called it Ode to Faggotry. When tehy found out different goth kids would actually read it, they changed the name to Leaves of Grass and it sold like gothcakes. Walt Whitman to this day doesnt know theyre selling his poems andmaking a destiny off him. They still dont invite him to any parties though, because no one likes him. Walt Whitman died a sole(a) man in Walt Disney Land. He was on the gondola ride, and he fell ou t because he wasnt fastened properly to the restraint. thank to his dumb, now none of us can ride it anymore. Thanks a throne Walt Whitman.
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