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a. -philosophical section.
Brightly, our minds as a bodily plexus bend from any centrifugal condescension (by moving outwards with our idea of a master morality) ...right now everything is set in a blissful complacency with an open book of erudition that hopefully keeps away from the inanely behaviors of a bodily octopus such described by ken Kesey when a crowd bares nothing but a screaming echo of drab synchronism. " It is a single colonial animal with a thousand waving tentacles- vibrating poison madness and filling the universe with teeny agony torn out of them." I guess I am staying at the littoral side where the waves crash into me, and I take the chance of being swallowed by the unknown that I may come across. I don't want to be any such tentacle of society, but the water rushing around.... objectively from an outside perspective.
"i'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph."
b. contextualized
I played a show with cutlery at that quaint club at the center of middle schools around the county.... (Mbp)...really, the place doesn’t bother me as much as that dreaded octopus of a crowd.... waving their tentacles and screaming to bands such as "patent pending" that kills minutes. Then again the ground’s and facility is fine when you can hide out in that room next to the main anteroom and have some great conversations with friends...I have a fun time pranking, and making terry nervous for almost getting us kicked out. Chris short finally gave me my secret Santa gift, which ended up being a penis mic, but someone hid it from me.... I guess under the rules of mpb there is no admittance of a penis mic.... it’s not quite christian enough. I’m sure we will be playing a show in the near future, once we forget just how bad the vibes are from the place...but really if I can hang out with friends in any place...ill do my best to make it out.
well...I'm gonna drive to arundell mills with mary...her shoes are 7 years old, so were gonna walk with them and find some new ones.
i love you all.
Brightly, our minds as a bodily plexus bend from any centrifugal condescension (by moving outwards with our idea of a master morality) ...right now everything is set in a blissful complacency with an open book of erudition that hopefully keeps away from the inanely behaviors of a bodily octopus such described by ken Kesey when a crowd bares nothing but a screaming echo of drab synchronism. " It is a single colonial animal with a thousand waving tentacles- vibrating poison madness and filling the universe with teeny agony torn out of them." I guess I am staying at the littoral side where the waves crash into me, and I take the chance of being swallowed by the unknown that I may come across. I don't want to be any such tentacle of society, but the water rushing around.... objectively from an outside perspective.
"i'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph."
b. contextualized
I played a show with cutlery at that quaint club at the center of middle schools around the county.... (Mbp)...really, the place doesn’t bother me as much as that dreaded octopus of a crowd.... waving their tentacles and screaming to bands such as "patent pending" that kills minutes. Then again the ground’s and facility is fine when you can hide out in that room next to the main anteroom and have some great conversations with friends...I have a fun time pranking, and making terry nervous for almost getting us kicked out. Chris short finally gave me my secret Santa gift, which ended up being a penis mic, but someone hid it from me.... I guess under the rules of mpb there is no admittance of a penis mic.... it’s not quite christian enough. I’m sure we will be playing a show in the near future, once we forget just how bad the vibes are from the place...but really if I can hang out with friends in any place...ill do my best to make it out.
well...I'm gonna drive to arundell mills with mary...her shoes are 7 years old, so were gonna walk with them and find some new ones.
i love you all.