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Wednesday, November 2nd, 2005
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This is dumb. Enjoy the rest of your (electronic)lives.
Error code: 5982ST874.
Sub-ether.exe failed.
Avenge program corrupt.
Restart Program?
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Monday, October 10th, 2005
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I wish I was a cartoon character:
Really good producers make beats for me to walk around and groove. I look like a cross between a Gendy/Tankgirl/Kurusawa-esque figure. I exist as an utter bad-ass that walks the streets and fights bad odors and bullets (with my M I N D). Then Del-Thirty and I meet up and go to a house party and contemplate saving the world with music while rocking a turban (Madlib's on the wheels of steel). The vibes are heavy and I fall asleep.
(speaking of sleep:
I have this crazy dream about an abandoned group of apartment buildings, when I'm suddenly mauled by a large animal and dragged by the neck into a road and then almost run over by a bus)
I get lost in reality (and fantasy) sometimes.
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Thursday, October 6th, 2005
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Nashville police officers in a seemingly abandoned parking lot. Two guys who just want to get home.
The result?
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.
We were on our way back from Cafe Coco when lights started flashing, and some random person jumped in the middle of the road to flag us down. They lead us into the parking lot with their flashing glow sticks and we both thought:
Uh oh. This could be bad. This IS bad.
They asked the driver how much he drank, which he replied, of course, that he hadn't been (he hadn't), and they Let Us Go. There was a K9 unit, and another girl who's car was being searched. They let us go.
Whhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.
Reminds me of that Quasimoto song.
(police pull us over for no reason/searching the car/like it's nigga hunting season)
Yeah.
So kids, if you're driving in Nashville, just keep a heads-up for traps, cos there was like four or five squad cars just waiting in that parking lot.
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Thursday, September 15th, 2005
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So, after much deliberation and frusturation, I have obtained Advent Children.
If you know what I'm talking about, you'll totally empathize with my feelings when I try to explain the surge of emotion that coursed through my veins as I came home today.
I walk in through the garage.
My brother hurries to open the door, gives me a blank look, and flees to the living room.
I walk in to the living room to this scene:
Advent Children is on the television.
My uncle and brother are watching it.
And it looks fucking amazing.
I'm going crazy right now, because they've been watching it for the past hour, and I have to wait for them to finish so I can watch it from the beginning. That's alright, though, because I have every intention of going over to Dean's with Andrew Dolphey.
Tonight, I:
a: drink liquor
b: watch a sequel I've been waiting six or seven years for
c: smile as Rob writhes and curses my name
Life, why are you so good sometimes?
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Wednesday, September 14th, 2005
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Penny Arcade just posted about Advent Children. They say that it should come with this warning:
"Fanboy Warning"
"This film contains scenes that may be totally fucking awesome. Your favorite characters may be rendered in extreme detail as they take part in mind-blowing battles set in familiar locales. Futuristic scabbard/motorcycles might be depicted in a way that makes them appear sweet."
Remember when we all came out of the closet with those prerelease t-shirts in middle school or high school?
I do.
8-31-97'...
Who the hell cared about school that month?
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Sunday, August 21st, 2005
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I got back from Alabama. I'm officially the only first cousin in my original triad of cousins to not be married.
Thank god.
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Thursday, August 18th, 2005
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
If I could I'd give you something tangeable
I really would but it's simply just not manageable
Instead I hope you dig today
Engulf some R.A. Wilson and Bob Shea
While I flirt with darling Eris
In hopes she sends you god almighty play
Love you, boyo
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I'm going to Chicago.
And that makes me happy.
Goodbye, Frank Land.
::waves::
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| Mood: |  anxious. |
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Wish I was a dream, flooding in and out of people's mouths and minds; an abstract concept flowing into your cerebellum during times of rest.
I miss you, dream. Will you come and visit me tonight?
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Wednesday, May 18th, 2005
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| Time: | 11:50 am. |
| Mood: |  excited. |
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The end of 'our' mythology is here.
See you at midnight, kids~
Cheers!
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Wednesday, March 30th, 2005
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Have you ever noticed that sometimes you feel like you smell? I mean, seriously, this can apply in a wide variety of flavors. You can smell: all cologned up, (over-confident, a wee fake) after shave, (I shave because I care) clean, (relieved) b.o., (sex/guilt/unsure) and just dirty (fun/who cares).
What do you smell like?
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I demand that you give me something to laugh at
like finally pulling a rabbit out of the cat
but I guess it's too late
cos you can't see I'm not alive
sometimes I feel a whisper
alone in your night
can't catch your stars
certainly not Mars
awkard on a whole,
ragged as a car sale,
vinyl on the dole,
last name Duchampe, first name Marselle
he sits alone with the rain pouring down
an al capone stuck in his
lips while they frown
someone showed him the reason
it wasn't necessary to commit treason
to get the point across
the luminary
binary
contrary
form of this contingency
no need for dependency
as he sat a tear fell up back into his eye
more infected with sorrow than acid with rye
he choked while the happiness escaped him
and the clouds so soon so dim
and he'd never find it
and he'd never find it again
my dear, can't you show this man why he needs you?
can you simply? no you can't, for you're stuck in a shoe,
we're so silly aren't we
you can't help me
that poor gentleman is so exhausted
if you'd get out of your shoe
we'd well make sure he wasn't accosted
he sits alone with the rain pouring down
an al capone stuck in his
lips while they frown
someone showed him the reason
it wasn't necessary to commit treason
to get the point across
the luminary
binary
contrary
form of this contingency
no need for dependency
although I feel disconnected from you
I think we can help ole' Marselle
satisfy of him of his coupe
demand of him not to deeply dwell
and get his slumber back
(wouldn't that be nice)
have him pick up his sack
(might even do it twice)
and get on home.
ole' Marselle can't stop crying
it seems there's no drying
as the sobs fill the streets
stealing the kids from their treats
and the world falls down
down down
as I chase that ole' Marselle
found you.
'ain't true'
won't it feel better not to feel?
'what're you here to steal?'
I almost cried, but
instead I lied
I am here to congeal your sorrow
and it'd be prudent if it weren't tommorow
Marselle looked at me as he laughed
'You and your old lady are daft'
For right then he convinced me
By fixing him I still wouldn't see
he pointed at the sole of my shoe:
it was covered with poo.
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Thursday, March 17th, 2005
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For those of you that need an excuse to forget who you are...
Look no further!
It's St. Patty's day, and as everyone knows, we're all Irish today.
Cheers and don't drive,
Sincerely,
A Temporarily Irish/Gay Guy
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You know, I think I'll probably get some shit for this, but, I really fucking love rocking out to the Beatles.
There.
I said it.
When I hear "I am the Walrus", it makes me want to head-bang until I break through the fabric of reality.
I mean, how could it not? It's so awesome. It makes me visualize green-orangey-blue colors that drip through my ears into my blood stream into my hands into your eyes.
I mean, SHIT.
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Sunday, February 20th, 2005
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Sometimes I feel like vomiting green,fluffy lobsters,
The parallel reflection of a life filled with mobsters.
And although I think you agree more to disagree;
You'll probably be maddened, since she refines the word pedigree,
She'll lift you up, spit you out,
Like a pup, firt time trying rank sourkrout
The colors start dripping in freefall, no gravity,
A multifaceted embrace, let's call it depravity.
It'll stain a goodwill shirt through the best of forever,
Long after you've wiped off the dirt clinging to (umm) whatever...
I can't stress this enough that you'll be sad tommorow,
You think the feeling's rough but you've never felt sorrow:
A feeling of horrid distaste that's primarily made of what's not there,
A hollow embrace of something worse from the morning after, the dog, or its hair,
"We don't care We don't care We don't care"
I smell I taste I feel
"Its not fair Its not fair Its not fair"
You dwell You waste You kneel
To a goddess in your heart that exists only inside your mind.
Perhaps you feel pain plays a part
You think other men should abide, you find,
To love's rare disgrace and cutthroat sensibility,
Please look at your face and god please stop the ventriliquey.
Trust in me and your life won't be flacid,
We'll writhe and we'll chortle as we sprint up and pass it,
The life you once inhibited seemingly grows new rebutalls,
To answers that prohibited redeeming, she knows you, befuddles,
Now that you've done what you've done, your pinned mouth tastes of 7 mints:
Pow! Shat the gun in the sun, her sinned south wastes love: heaven dents!
Alas, we all weep, hark to denile,
The mass, see: y'all sheep, park, your senile,
I love what I love,and I think I love you,
Sincerely, some guy with the intention to woo.
February 20, 2005
Alex Nall
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Friday, February 18th, 2005
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Guilty guilty guilty, that's just plain me.
Guilty guilty guilty, I'm sick as can be.
Guilty guilty guilty, why are you reading this,
When you could be guilty guilty guilty in undefinable bliss?
I wrote this under a tree, an electronic tree, called a lamp, while my brain oozed out, and waited for people who weren't coming.
Sincerely,
An Illusory Mask
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Tuesday, February 15th, 2005
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Tuesday, February 8th, 2005
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You are a Cyberculture Floozie. The theoretical
aspects of postmodernism interest you only
insofar as they can be used to make cool blinky
things. You probably take psychedelics and
know at least one programming language (HTML
counts!). Other postmodernists call you a
corporate whore. They're probably just jealous
because you make more money than them.
What kind of postmodernist are you!?
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Wednesday, January 26th, 2005
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