The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

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The fifth level of hell huh. damn im evil.

and now a little snipet from a poem by Simon Armitage entitled "I Say I Say I Say"

Come clean, come good,
repeat with me the punch line ‘Just like blood’
when those at the back rush forward to say
how a little love goes a long long long way.

If you wanna read the whole thing
(its ok, but personally i just really like the end bit that i quoted above), click HERE

Some days, when I'm bored (which is most days) i walk down the street muttering to myself : why lord? lord..................................................why? whylord,................. lordwhy ...................................why? lord. Some people think this is strange and stop to ask if i'm ok. i say: its none of youre damn business if im ok, youre not my goddamn nanny are you? then i proceed to beat them to a bloddy pulp because they invaded my personal space. So as they crawl away, bleeding and broken, i step over them (or on them more often than not) and continue on my way. Most of the time i end up at the gas station where i contemplate throwing a torch down into the gas holding tank and blowing the whole whore-ish gas station up. The station really is whore-ish. last night i saw several skanky looking people go in and out of it just for the heck of it. now if thats not whore-ish i dont know what is but i do know what is so it is whore-ish and you can take that to the bank but not the bank on the corner cause that's the gas station's pimp. (gasps for breath) wow that was a long sentence. good times. lordwhy? anyway, ive been sitting here hear hair for two too to long and my ass is starting to hurt, so i shall bid you all fairwell. execpt for you, yeah you. i dont like you, so i dont bid you fairwell, i bid you fairbad. bye good. wait......strike that, reverse it. better. good day. I SAID GOOD DAY SIR!

ho humm...nothing going on. bought groceries..i have $15 a week to spend on food and i spent $14.75 this week. yeah! i got .25 cents. wooo. partay. but anyway, its kinda cold up here. it feels like winter in southern california, so i keep expecting to see christmas commercials on tv. i could see two fireworks displays from my apartment last night. that was cool, kinda. im thinking of changing my name to blackalicious. what do ya think? true, i am not black, or alicious, but who cares in this crazy mixed nut world (i was gonna say "mixed UP world" but i was just thinking about cashews so i said mixed nuts.) i finished "lord of the rings" and i have to say that the last 100 or so pages were better than the whole book. i should have skipped everything and just read the end, cause to be honest the rest was really boring. so thats about it for now.........stay tuned..same TAGSMS time, same TAGSMS channel..............

So i went to the bookstore today to buy my books for my summer classes that start on Monday. They didnt have the books. I was sad. I have nothing else to do today. I already paid my bills and put them in tha mail, the $600 check from my grandmother hasnt cleared yet so i cant go buy groceries, and there's nothing on tv. Sad Anthony, Bored Anthony.

There once was a man who would think of football durring sex so he could last longer. But then, after a few months of doing this, he found that he became sexually excited every time he watched football.