Make no sense as much as possible.

This is the story of how I won the Moon Fart Kill Championship Game Tournament. One day, I was making peanut butter with a butt and farted on my lawn. It died and so did I. But I walked closely to your mom and ate a piece of peace. I felt good. I wanted to explore the dog. I chopped it up and the box felt good. I don't know why. Then, I pooped on the dog's neighbor, the dog. It jumped under the building and instantaneously felt the world coming apart. That was when I died. But I went to the machine. It looked like your aunt's nephew's sister's box's fart's guy's gonad's cheese's fantasy's apple of the eye. I said what to the nuts. Why did it go off running? Next, you need a butter knife and some peanut butter to go to space. Then you jump and reach for the ground. The Earth almost exploded had it not been for the destruction of the world. I felt so proud to win something that one day. I got up and took a stand against myself. Why did you fart in my face? You died because you're reading this. I make sense that you don't understand clearly enough for you to not understand what I'm not saying in my butt that farted clearly enough so that you can understand this sentence with such ease that I can relax in your face that understood this thing that I did say to your mom. I went high. I don't drink, but I am an alcoholic. Actually I am not a man, I am a man of men. I suck their straws from their boxes. They lived to see another day. Why did America understand what I am saying. You are the reason for its downfall. You are the reason that the limits within limits of calculus that the limits within reason makes sense to others. As much as possible, I make sense that I know I can. Why are you reading this? Answer the question in the comments. If you are reading all of this you died. There you go. I live to the other side that one guy sat on. He said something. My cheese ate the doughnut. I ate my dog's napkin that ate the homework from not school but from your sad life that I threw away and killed. By farts stink up the world tonight. I am sorry for not apologizing, but I am not going to apologize to you because you are too sorry that I am not sorry enough for you. I asked a lot of questions that you won't understand in the next few years. But for now, you will understand the gonads in my nut sacks. That is correct. I won the lottery that came from the heavens. It was sixty-nine feet tall and otherwise wide. It had a wife you know? Don't worry child. You are my treasure. I will go into your house. get a knife, chop you into pieces, and let you live. That is how proud I am. I am proud of you that you got this far. You are amazing. I am writing a book about an antidote to many sick people which is pretty much everyone who is sick of this disease that everyone has. They had it for centuries. Peanut butter is delicious and it was boredom. Many Americans who died because of my influence. It was not my fault that I ate your lunch. I am writing a book called nothing. The random adventures of feelings and hopes and dreams go die, I died. For now, I did win something from you. You may rest in peace. Please continue. I am excited that everyone is making me feel better. That dude was able to get it first. I am not writing not a book but so. Why? Yes, that is why I am what I am. I do what I don't. I feel what that guy felt. He feels the same way not too. I wonder what the world sees right now. I feel cured from boredom that I know that if you were able to read all of this just because you're bored and have nothing to do. Thank You and Your Welcome for being so dumb. You are very wonderful in my nuts. You make the world which is me, make it feel like the hearts all over the world tonight. Don't hate, create. Seek the mantel of leadership and stand prepared to uphold the Constitution and the American way of life. Create comments and say if you actually read all this. I believe in you. You're all geniuses that make the world a better place to live in