i was in mid-stroke of that blog, but i got interrupted.
i dont remember what i was saying, or if i want to bother to look.
so i'll start afresh and anew.
but where? oh yeah. ryan? whys he sooo hard to get up in the morning?
oh yeah, cuz he stays up later than i do with that chic in oakland. and this is when i dont have work in the morning!!
chris: ya gotta give him some credit for actually meeting and bringing people. sure, they may be a little sketchy, but he knows how its done... and i dont.
just being around that guy makes me laugh. hes a funny guy.. really.
some of my best laughs with him.
why do people look for uniqueness to gain attention?
"i pipe chix" look at me.
how are some duped into thinking youd actually go through with it? not in this situation, but any other?
em. oh, that one hard on.
one thought/image can be processed many ways.
i have tripat flowing around and in me. i think it was all that dahler mendi. calen had to be christened. the night before scott and grant had to been aware. then wank had to pull out the big guns.. NEW dahler mendi. pimpin the vynl green turban.
vinyl is when theres an alcohol off of the adjacent double bond.. or some shit.
what the hell are you doing? you know you got 2 out of 3, not bad.
but can you pull this off? what are you trying to do with it anyway?
something there? or just flare?
why do it?
shit. as i'll be less likely to be read cuz i make no sense.
lowering the ratings. of the dozens and dozens....
oh shit. thats been overdone.
this chic in NY that i went to westmont with just randomly told me it was 420 in NY. 120 here.
fuck.
why let people see you like this?
why let yourself do it?
do you even like it? i didnt.....
shit. what have you done?
poems are exactly this.
nonsensicals.
script that only the author knows.
but people are interested and try to piece it together.
but how do you know every detail? every inside joke?
every meaning? slang, etc.
i never fucking got it.
and im no good at explainin it.
cuz it aint mine.
sure the presentation can be soothing, or fit the mood, but just enjoy the sound.
why delve into it, cutting it up, defiling it!
how did i get on this tangent.
bloggers going down in 10
9
8
no.. really it is.. they made me a Note: This server will be taken offline in 8 minutes (1:45 PM PDT).
You will then connect to the other server (transparently).
But you may need to log in again, and you may lose any post in progress. Please save your posts now.
so i must go...
and ryans still up.
hes got a loud voice.
i dont remember what i was saying, or if i want to bother to look.
so i'll start afresh and anew.
but where? oh yeah. ryan? whys he sooo hard to get up in the morning?
oh yeah, cuz he stays up later than i do with that chic in oakland. and this is when i dont have work in the morning!!
chris: ya gotta give him some credit for actually meeting and bringing people. sure, they may be a little sketchy, but he knows how its done... and i dont.
just being around that guy makes me laugh. hes a funny guy.. really.
some of my best laughs with him.
why do people look for uniqueness to gain attention?
"i pipe chix" look at me.
how are some duped into thinking youd actually go through with it? not in this situation, but any other?
em. oh, that one hard on.
one thought/image can be processed many ways.
i have tripat flowing around and in me. i think it was all that dahler mendi. calen had to be christened. the night before scott and grant had to been aware. then wank had to pull out the big guns.. NEW dahler mendi. pimpin the vynl green turban.
vinyl is when theres an alcohol off of the adjacent double bond.. or some shit.
what the hell are you doing? you know you got 2 out of 3, not bad.
but can you pull this off? what are you trying to do with it anyway?
something there? or just flare?
why do it?
shit. as i'll be less likely to be read cuz i make no sense.
lowering the ratings. of the dozens and dozens....
oh shit. thats been overdone.
this chic in NY that i went to westmont with just randomly told me it was 420 in NY. 120 here.
fuck.
why let people see you like this?
why let yourself do it?
do you even like it? i didnt.....
shit. what have you done?
poems are exactly this.
nonsensicals.
script that only the author knows.
but people are interested and try to piece it together.
but how do you know every detail? every inside joke?
every meaning? slang, etc.
i never fucking got it.
and im no good at explainin it.
cuz it aint mine.
sure the presentation can be soothing, or fit the mood, but just enjoy the sound.
why delve into it, cutting it up, defiling it!
how did i get on this tangent.
bloggers going down in 10
9
8
no.. really it is.. they made me a Note: This server will be taken offline in 8 minutes (1:45 PM PDT).
You will then connect to the other server (transparently).
But you may need to log in again, and you may lose any post in progress. Please save your posts now.
so i must go...
and ryans still up.
hes got a loud voice.
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