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so saturday i had a major wipeout in my skullpod. on the way to st johns, for my 6th graders game, i passed a snowplow truck on barnes road on a major patch of snow and i just spilled at 55, into a 180 in the ditch on the other side of the road. my ma made me bring her, cause she didnt want me driving all that way alone. what it comes down to is fate man. theres a million different things that coulda happened, like i forget my cell phone and remember to go back and get it, when i get to the bottom of the driveway. then i wouldnt have passed the snowplow on that big snow patch. but nothing else did happen. 's just fate. i think my wheels on the right side are bent, too. cause the left ones came off the ground. or, if it was fate, like hardcore: if something did happen, like i went back to e get my phone, would something else have happened that made a truck a little later, still passing me on the patch of snow? i fuckin hate thinkin like that. cause theres so many different things that come into it.
emily gave andy and i a ride to her game this weekend. the other team didnt show up, so me and andy got to play on the other team. against our friends. it was sweet. liz convinced us to be on a co-ed team in feb. whichll be toight! oh man, it was awesome. andy was runnin around, bootin the ball, and i was hoppin all over, shoeless. of course liz goes 'eew sam, thats gross!'.
everyones out doing their own thing. its so awesome. in their own lives, doin their own activities. it sounds stupid, but im kinda feelin it, right now. that i cant know everyone. as much as id like to. so why stay in school? i got a year and a half left. whats that anyways from the highest dimension? its nothing. there isnt present or future dude, or space or time. its all just occuring in one, fascinating moment of expression. 'it' being life. times just an illusion. with purpose. or fabricated by man for organization. i cant make up my mind. nvm. theyre one in the same. maybe im meant to stay here though. i dont wanna, but i cant help people outside my community until i make things right, here. like how haille sailasse was trading, trying to liberate and annex jamaica when there was revolt in ethiopia; the country which he ruled.
its the first real cay of break, and i miss school already. my bad, i misspoke. i miss being around everyone, and having a focused goal, class to class. i dont have any goals, ya know. when i get home i sit with the radio on. i sit with a notepad, my musclebook (the black memo book i keep), and an open mind. just let everything flow, and write down and draw what i think. so i can remember easier. depending on if i have practice, i will from when i get home, until ma has me make dinner. the white stripes is such good stuff. every breath that is in your lungs, is a tiny little gift to me. no, im glad i dont have a schedule. sometimes its lonely, and maybe a little discouraging. but if i had plans, and stuff to do, i couldnt let everything meander, through this portal. in my soul man!
shucks guys. i feel spent. and i dont have time to write more. gotta be up at sparrow by 11:20.
emily gave andy and i a ride to her game this weekend. the other team didnt show up, so me and andy got to play on the other team. against our friends. it was sweet. liz convinced us to be on a co-ed team in feb. whichll be toight! oh man, it was awesome. andy was runnin around, bootin the ball, and i was hoppin all over, shoeless. of course liz goes 'eew sam, thats gross!'.
everyones out doing their own thing. its so awesome. in their own lives, doin their own activities. it sounds stupid, but im kinda feelin it, right now. that i cant know everyone. as much as id like to. so why stay in school? i got a year and a half left. whats that anyways from the highest dimension? its nothing. there isnt present or future dude, or space or time. its all just occuring in one, fascinating moment of expression. 'it' being life. times just an illusion. with purpose. or fabricated by man for organization. i cant make up my mind. nvm. theyre one in the same. maybe im meant to stay here though. i dont wanna, but i cant help people outside my community until i make things right, here. like how haille sailasse was trading, trying to liberate and annex jamaica when there was revolt in ethiopia; the country which he ruled.
its the first real cay of break, and i miss school already. my bad, i misspoke. i miss being around everyone, and having a focused goal, class to class. i dont have any goals, ya know. when i get home i sit with the radio on. i sit with a notepad, my musclebook (the black memo book i keep), and an open mind. just let everything flow, and write down and draw what i think. so i can remember easier. depending on if i have practice, i will from when i get home, until ma has me make dinner. the white stripes is such good stuff. every breath that is in your lungs, is a tiny little gift to me. no, im glad i dont have a schedule. sometimes its lonely, and maybe a little discouraging. but if i had plans, and stuff to do, i couldnt let everything meander, through this portal. in my soul man!
shucks guys. i feel spent. and i dont have time to write more. gotta be up at sparrow by 11:20.