about the boy they call Zac Weirs: Who and what is the person writing rubbish on this blog.
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked, and behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him"
I am not death, even though the above paragraph may hint at that. If I was death, I wouldn't be wasting my time looking at horses. No, I am Zac Weirs. This is the part were you ask yourself who is he? And you don't get a physical answer from no one, because that's no one knows, because not even He knows for sure. So far, you might also ask yourself is he on drugs? He could be, but he despises them, just like he despises failing a driving test, or when people say stuff the wrong way around. But Zac Weirs is a boy, who sadly lives in Cornwall, even though Australia would welcome his presence. He lives in Penzance, and is a former heavyweight box....No he's not, he's just a former heavyweight human being.
Zac may not be death, nor is he a heavyweight boxer. But Zac Weirs is a boy who goes to Penwith college, which is in Penzance, which is in Penwi...keep up, I don't want to explain about the same things . Zac Weirs is the boy who self credits himself with the mind set of a winner. A mind set of a champion, even if that does sound big headed, its not to Zac. He has six siblings, which no doubt if he was writing this, he would have had to of counted to himself to make sure he had the right total. He lives in a house, which isn't a house, but is more like a Centre for friends who have nowhere better to be. He's not talking about his friends, because he doesn't really care for friends, because if he did care for friends, you'd probably see him lying somewhere, high as a kite. Due to peer pressure. But not wanting friends, Zac can go about his day writing, exercising or staying in and going toilet when he wants to go. He doesn't drink or smoke, because he doesn't want any friends. But he does have ambitions, which is more than the nine to five job. Zac wants to be a fighter and actor, he wants to be the male Ronda Rousey if it were. And when he is older, he will rid of any regret that he may have.
But the question is: Who is writing about Zac?
Answer: It can't be Zac because he spends so much time thinking about others, that he cant think about himself.
But I'm sure if Zac was writing this, he would give some advice. No, it's not about not doing drugs. It's a simple line. Never let someone tell you that you should think less of yourself.
Extra: He wishes that his childhood and school life would have been different. He regrets it. Zac will show himself when he is at your nearest cinema.
The last question is why the poem at the top of the page?
Answer: He doesn't care what you think, he likes that poem, and it means that if you want to make a deal with Zac, hell with follow him.
Before this Lemony Snicket wannabe goes, I will say one more thing. Which isn't about me, it's about you. You are now an expert as anyone on Zac Weirs, apart from himself, because if he didn't know about himself, the writer wouldn't know either.
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked, and behold a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him"
I am not death, even though the above paragraph may hint at that. If I was death, I wouldn't be wasting my time looking at horses. No, I am Zac Weirs. This is the part were you ask yourself who is he? And you don't get a physical answer from no one, because that's no one knows, because not even He knows for sure. So far, you might also ask yourself is he on drugs? He could be, but he despises them, just like he despises failing a driving test, or when people say stuff the wrong way around. But Zac Weirs is a boy, who sadly lives in Cornwall, even though Australia would welcome his presence. He lives in Penzance, and is a former heavyweight box....No he's not, he's just a former heavyweight human being.
Zac may not be death, nor is he a heavyweight boxer. But Zac Weirs is a boy who goes to Penwith college, which is in Penzance, which is in Penwi...keep up, I don't want to explain about the same things . Zac Weirs is the boy who self credits himself with the mind set of a winner. A mind set of a champion, even if that does sound big headed, its not to Zac. He has six siblings, which no doubt if he was writing this, he would have had to of counted to himself to make sure he had the right total. He lives in a house, which isn't a house, but is more like a Centre for friends who have nowhere better to be. He's not talking about his friends, because he doesn't really care for friends, because if he did care for friends, you'd probably see him lying somewhere, high as a kite. Due to peer pressure. But not wanting friends, Zac can go about his day writing, exercising or staying in and going toilet when he wants to go. He doesn't drink or smoke, because he doesn't want any friends. But he does have ambitions, which is more than the nine to five job. Zac wants to be a fighter and actor, he wants to be the male Ronda Rousey if it were. And when he is older, he will rid of any regret that he may have.
But the question is: Who is writing about Zac?
Answer: It can't be Zac because he spends so much time thinking about others, that he cant think about himself.
But I'm sure if Zac was writing this, he would give some advice. No, it's not about not doing drugs. It's a simple line. Never let someone tell you that you should think less of yourself.
Extra: He wishes that his childhood and school life would have been different. He regrets it. Zac will show himself when he is at your nearest cinema.
The last question is why the poem at the top of the page?
Answer: He doesn't care what you think, he likes that poem, and it means that if you want to make a deal with Zac, hell with follow him.
Before this Lemony Snicket wannabe goes, I will say one more thing. Which isn't about me, it's about you. You are now an expert as anyone on Zac Weirs, apart from himself, because if he didn't know about himself, the writer wouldn't know either.
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