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I think I'm falling slowly and I don't want to get up. I kinda like it down here, all I can do is look up. When no one's looking, I can do exactly what I want.
My status is MIA. Well, I suspect you clever kids probably figured I've been at my humble adobe, watching far too much Chapelle Show. WHAT? YEAH? RROOHKAY. Uhm, am I being productive? I suppose in the simplest form of progression... I breathe a little easier, and when I feel a gasp coming along, I've managed to sigh less heavier. I hope things are going smooth for y'all too.
I have tuuuu mas on my platter. First off, I'm still without a quartet of wheels. The plan was I would roll cavy in my family's Ford Astrovan, but due to a court order to service the community, insurance won't cover my ass. There's a string around me finger to remind me that the 25th means REGISTER FOR SUMMER CLASS FOR REAL THIS TIME. So on to the finer things of life, Coochiella is coming up in mere minutes and so the plan goes, I will be sweetly rocking out in the most gnarliest fashion. I plan to use my skill of Rockin-Outism to full effect on the first day. What is the saying, now? SHAKE THE BABY OFF? Best believe! As if Yorke wasn't enough, my calendar is marked with the ambition of seeing Cat Power, throwing her off the stage, and setting the crowd free with WHITE PAWR.. (another uncanny Chapelle reference).
OH MY GOLLY, did I forget to mention it is the month of Abril? With all the spring festivities this month brings annually, Sucka Foo's day, bunnies eating eternal bread from Jesus's 'hole'ly palm, none comes close to my heart as 4/20. You know this, and with this knowledge share the green love with someone you get wet about, a wandering straggler, but most of all, Me.
I am lacking in thought. Hurry, ASCII... ( o Y o ). Those are tantalizing titter-biggers. Do you all want a dode too? Huh? Huh? 8=======D~ I continue to proceed to give the people what they're wanting.
When I fart, I think of you, beloved ones and how I'd rather share the fragrance with all your lovely noses. Until then, keep smellin' your own gas. It means you're ALIVE!
My status is MIA. Well, I suspect you clever kids probably figured I've been at my humble adobe, watching far too much Chapelle Show. WHAT? YEAH? RROOHKAY. Uhm, am I being productive? I suppose in the simplest form of progression... I breathe a little easier, and when I feel a gasp coming along, I've managed to sigh less heavier. I hope things are going smooth for y'all too.
I have tuuuu mas on my platter. First off, I'm still without a quartet of wheels. The plan was I would roll cavy in my family's Ford Astrovan, but due to a court order to service the community, insurance won't cover my ass. There's a string around me finger to remind me that the 25th means REGISTER FOR SUMMER CLASS FOR REAL THIS TIME. So on to the finer things of life, Coochiella is coming up in mere minutes and so the plan goes, I will be sweetly rocking out in the most gnarliest fashion. I plan to use my skill of Rockin-Outism to full effect on the first day. What is the saying, now? SHAKE THE BABY OFF? Best believe! As if Yorke wasn't enough, my calendar is marked with the ambition of seeing Cat Power, throwing her off the stage, and setting the crowd free with WHITE PAWR.. (another uncanny Chapelle reference).
OH MY GOLLY, did I forget to mention it is the month of Abril? With all the spring festivities this month brings annually, Sucka Foo's day, bunnies eating eternal bread from Jesus's 'hole'ly palm, none comes close to my heart as 4/20. You know this, and with this knowledge share the green love with someone you get wet about, a wandering straggler, but most of all, Me.
I am lacking in thought. Hurry, ASCII... ( o Y o ). Those are tantalizing titter-biggers. Do you all want a dode too? Huh? Huh? 8=======D~ I continue to proceed to give the people what they're wanting.
When I fart, I think of you, beloved ones and how I'd rather share the fragrance with all your lovely noses. Until then, keep smellin' your own gas. It means you're ALIVE!