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Ah! Fuck! So Sad!

>>9871012

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qM-gZintWDc

>>9871040
i think dead poets society is better

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>>9871058
i miss president christopher

So much hate.

>>9871065
where is president chris

>>9871077
where is he
who has him

>>9871079
wheres christopher clayborne

Luv u piggy

wrote the following to 3 producers for the Doctor Oz Show.

I appeal to your being a Christian, a child of the King, a daughter of God Who IS Love, or so the Bible says. Not sure I believe THAT. I BEG YOU, IN THE NAME OF Jesus Christ, God's Son, to READ THIS and think about it.

"The first shall be last, and the last first," Jesus said I ask Him, "That must mean we in the middle get shafted by you, too. Same miserable doldrummy, crummy, humdrummy meaningless, unfulfilled existence to continue on for eternity in Heaven. On earth, slaves to the rich; in Heaven, servant to the poor.

The only alternative, to burn in hell with the rich and famous for eternity.

Oprah trips over her clothes to worship the stars, or to lift up the poor and downtrodden, but what about the man is neither nor?

ALL THE STARS HAVE TO DO IS ASK, AND THEY can meet Doctor Oz, Oprah, Billy Graham, Katy Perry, who-the-hell-ever. It makes me SO DAMN ANGRY when all these mass-shooters can get attention drawn to THEIR miserable plights by doing what they do, and I freaking CAN'T get the help I so DESPERATELY need!!!

My desire for cosmetic surgery to annihilate this ugly shell hiding the real me deep in my spirit? No, that is on the back burner, even my desire to be a rapper, rocker, what-the-hell-ever songwriter: to hell with that. I just BEG Doctor Oz, the Second Jesus Christ, to make me freaking normal pain-free and care-worry-free again, if that is possible. I wish I could get skin cell AND / OR STEM CELL TREATMENTS.

My name is Christopher S. Clayborne. I am 41 but peeps say I live from 26 to 33. I am terrified of growing old, looking old actually, before I can fulfill even one of my dreams. My wrinkles are starting to become more apparent in certain kinds of light. Only too soon will they be apparent in ALL shades of light. Terrifying AND depressing, the thought of becoming a lonely, debilitated-by-stroke-and disease, old, malcontent. I am willing to sell my soul for the life I had, but never really had, especially if it gets me on Doctor Oz.

Let me try to paint you a picture why I so honestly desperately need Doctor Oz and his expertise.

Aside from his being a PHYSICIAN of physicians - he is the second Jesus Christ GREAT Physician. A doctor who will, hopefully - still got my fingers crossed - cure than cause rather than make treat like a cash cow giving me a lifetime of treating my mere symptoms.

I know that beyond the sunny horizon in my life DEATH waits for me. I get constant reminders of this in my body daily. I feel his sinister hands slowly reaching for my neck.
I want to achieve my real dreams 'cause you only come this way once. I wanna not have to think about dying until it IS time for me to die! I will be terrified, but I wanna put that off for as long as I can. I sure hpe there IS REAL and everlasting life after death, but... Too good to be true, and NDE's have been debunked and even manipulated by Dr. Susan Blackmore, who injected a patient with Endorphins-suppressant and turs his pleasant NDE into a demon-filled NDE.

Will I die of a heart attack, or a stroke? Have these doctors missed something? They sure as hell were unable to predict my stroke. They sure as hell can NOT tell me WHY my muscles are ALWAYS hurting, even after doing the slightest exercising.

I got back and neck herniated bulging disks, I finally know that. Taking Cyclobenzaprine shuts up the muscles spasms, and the light-headedness and waves of feeling like I wanna faint, but are they yet another something-else the third-world quality doctors are unable to locate?

I also in 1998 severely sprained my ankle I cannot run without it pushing inward and making me fall. Doctors say I should just live with it but it throws the sync of the rest of my body out of whack.

January 15, 1994 - Dec 1, 1999, I used to hit myself full force on both sides of my jaw every time I saw my reflection, till my Mom found out. Since 1995 I have suffered a slowly weakening of my right-sided limbs. I could demonstrate just how screwed up my right side is in person.

Since 1998 I have been unable to sleep, instead undergoing several catnaps before waking up.

I am a MAD CASH cow to the pharmaceuticals! I take Omeprazole for a stomach that produces way too much hydrochloric acid.
I take finasteride for prevention of hair loss. I had rather burn in hell while pushing a Chevy from one end and back, having a full head of hair and be attractive to the girls in this lifetime than go to heaven forehead bald or with thin hair.
DIOVAN HCT controls my high blood pressure.

Plavix and Lipitor I take after my stroke.

Cyclobenzaprine to stop the muscle spasms, feelings like I wanna faint, and awful fatigue that has been so bad I would be too tired to lounge in the recliner and watch Doctor Oz on television.

ME< performin @ the Lenoir County Fair for YouTube.
http://youtu.be/mHEw1cppmhI

Preview YouTube video A performance that'll fucking BRING TEARS TO YOUR EYES!!! You'll wish you could curse God too!

A performance that'll fucking BRING TEARS TO YOUR EYES!!! You'll wish you could curse God too!

Just curious: if I was to go the route of Elliot Rodger, could I get some answers from the Second Jesus Christ Great Physician, and get cured and pain-free before they executed me on death row? Hell no I ain't! Momma raised me better and so did my daddy. I got the good family, living from paycheck to paycheck, food on the table, a place to lay me head and sleep, shelter overhead. I WANT THE PIE IN THE SKY, or just a few fucking crumbs! The problem: my freaking arms ain't long enough to reach it! b I NEED FREAKING HELP, to be normal again, so I can pursue my dreams without always being screamed at by my body and the Death Angel that I AM GOING TO DIE ONE DAY!!!

at least i'm not pigfuck

What I’m doing with my life

I am a songwriter / aspiring rapper / rocker writing songs trying to make it in the biz. I want cosmetic surgery to get my body out of the way of holding the real me back, so the REAL ME can be seen instead of this loathsome body

he first things people usually notice about me
That I seem freakish and disabled, until I open my mouth, and astound them with what I DO know. Superficial fuckers are STUPID and underestimate me, SCREW THEM, no pun intended.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
My favorite movie is the movie I'd like to create of my life. Dude named Mark Blackwell is shooting a documentary of my pursuit of my dreams to get cosmetic surgery and become a rapper, and meet a few female stars like Katy Perry or Jennifer Lopez.
The six things I could never do without
God
My mind.
Good looks
My dreams
My ability to rap
Girls, top-notch girls
My freedom in America
I spend a lot of time thinking about
How much better my life will be if things finally fucking get better if I can just get over this goddamned HUMP!
On a typical Friday night I am
Riding my bicycle around town. Going to the clubs.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I love long arms on HOT girls! I REALY love it when MINE are somehow longer. Don't like it, well SCREW YOU, and no pun fucking intended neither!

You should message me if
Whatever. If you wanna like talk, or get to know me, or even put me in the friend zone. I am still a virgin, not ashamed of it. I can change that shit anytime I like.

You non-virgins, well, you're fucked... Pun INTENDED, LMAO!!! You CAN'T change what YOU ARE, or rather what you are NOT!

i like wild man chris too OP

>>9871131
yes but i think he is in jail and i am sad

>>9871012
this board is dying

mod just wants a reddit circle jerk

>>9871135
hes a beautiful, handsome genius and he doesnt even know it....

what the fuck is happening

>>9871141
pigfuck the autistic nigger is happening

songwriter / aspiring rapper
The Government Disability Office
July 1999 – Present (15 years 11 months)

Not jack SHIT!!!

(Open)1 project

cook / waiter / prep
Pizza Hut
July 1990 – December 1992 (2 years 6 months)
Kinston Country Club
Kinston, NC
October 1992 – November 1992 (2 months)

Wait tables, but I never lasted long enough to actually do it on my own.
My fucking trainer had her head up her asshole, and my boss - Camille Schoolcraft, said I was too talkative and friendly. Fucking cunt...

THESE are my goddamn songs. Hope you fucking like...(Link)
July 1999 – August 2055

I'll let YOU listen to them, and then YOU can fucking describe. Shit...

2 team members

Christopher Clayborne
Christopher Clayborne
songwriter / aspiring rapper
No photo
Since 1999

Skills

rapping, Bible wisdom
taking revenge on...
cursing like a fucking...
fucking people over...
being a fucking nuisance
songwriting, and...
writing sci-fi novel I...
getting fired from...

Education
Mount Calvary Christian Academy
High school diploma, high school studies
1986 – 1992

(Open)2 courses

Grace Christian School, Savannah Middle School, Contentnea Elementary
Not jack diddly shit, How to fail at shit
1985 – 1986

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>>9871166

if u think this thread is off topic theres stuff u can do to remove it

>>9871204
can you believe the sort of FAGGOT who reports posts he doesnt like on 4chan? and for free?