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It all starts off with me carrying a box. Like the heaviest, smallest box in the world that makes my chicken guns ache for 4 days, two pool games, one high five and seven rides on public transport. So what am I supposed to think? You know when you listen to a band and have no idea what they look like, and then you see the singer and he doesn't look like his voice, I mean, he has the face of a young man, barely mid-twenties, and here he is, with this voice so tired and rough? Perhaps this can be related to the band that never has a singer - Do Make Say Think if you will - and their recently discovered vocal talents, which fill in the gap that was left by having no singing in the songs, but sound different, not out of place, just.. ugh, I hate change. Speaking of change, I have started to put spare $2 coins in my money box that is shaped like a hotdog. Taking the advice of a close friend, I have been informed that your savings accumulate as heavily as they will weigh your pockets down when it is finally time to empty that damn dog out on July 15th. Psychadelic record sleeve art is a good invention. As is the merging of 2 words together to form a new one, eg. Wholphin, T'ird, etc. I am going to Melbourne on Sunday and striving to unthink about my future just enough so that it doesn't stop me from getting out of bed. I am going to be a great design assistant at Princess Tina for one working week. I am going to ride the tram and give people the impression that I am staring at them by mistake. Look out friends, the Craft Youth Movement is coming to your doorstep, to your fingertips, it will get into your dreams, it will wake you up at night and make you stumble to the fridge to get a glass of milk. Don't play with your food, play with a banjo, or at least learn how to do something useless that will aid you in passing the boring hours in between the better ones when you are backpacking around Europe in 2008. I guess that sums it up.