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Early Morning
Michael Dorn-ing

Zagnu
My Dad said,
or Wrote.

It's a Candy Bar.
It symbolizes Nuts.

Cat brings home.

effing ginger - w4m

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Date: 2010-06-24, 12:57AM PDT

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“Oh hey, how was your weekend? Yeah, mine was fun too…”
How can I tell you it was spent completely pining over you?
Watching my phone for that call, that text, that one invite
Anything to get me through this long, boring night
Time spent here is wasted, I want to get up and get out
These days, anything you is what I’m about
We could be so good together, just give me a chance and you’ll see
You’ll forget all the others once you have me
You’re so fresh, funny, cool, cute and clev-ah
Make me your girl, c’mon mista hipsta, I dare ya
I’ll make you dinner, massage your back, sing you a love song
But I can’t wait forever, so please quit taking so long

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Systems Failure.

Apologies.

I broke a little recently.

Kind of like they put the wrong oil in my windshield washer fluid reservoir.

As a result, brain gone wrong, feels wrong.

Told some people that it was frustrating not thinking very well,
they said that it's probably what normal people feel like.

I'm a genius by the way. Unrecognized of course.
But on another note, I saw my IQ score in 4th grade on a school document.
That's not supposed to happen.
Makes all sorts of complexes. Makes you think you're smarter than you are. Or that your not living up to your potential.

But I'm a lot dumber now. Seriously.

Aches

I've been feeling problematic lately. Sick probably.

So I watched The Fly.

That made me feel better.

I'd like a massage.

Getting Lost in the Grip

Re-birthing ceremonies are all about beating an adult inside a canvas bag, but the metaphor still works, when I come out the other side of a year it's a re-birthing ceremony. I don't know who that other person was. He looks the same, and has a better haircut, but I don't know him. If we met we'd be friends, but not besties.

One thing I think I'd like to do is pork Zooey Deschanel. Sex Sex Sex Sex Sex.
That was crude and not even that true. I like to imagine she's dumb and makes really bad choices. It makes it easier to break off our fictional relationship. She probably has a stupid diet and no concept of money anymore. She probably thinks all sorts of esoteric music is really good, well guess what, my esoteric music is better. Way better.

Bad boys get the girls, and I own four bicycles. Bicycles are like the efficiency's way of telling the world that I'm a dork. I wish that nerd thing would come back into fashion; you know, where nerds are the new cool. Thing is, I'm a border-liner. Can't be pigeonholed. I'm way to big. But I can put my fingers into like four or five pigeonholes at once and then not go on a date for a long time.

Radical Honesty

There was a sadly disappointing radio program about radical honesty. Sadly disappointing since I need to express my passion for this idea. But it's like I couldn't be radically honest. No way.

That would mean sharing my numerouso penduloso explicat and my privat seulen, probably would implicate feminischen gretschmar verboden lichenseinstag.

Nope.

The New Gods

If a band calls it quits, was small time to begin with, and seems to only exist on myspace, then are they ripe for the taking?

I'd like to be The New Gods.

Which is not a reference to Kirby's New Gods.

Does a band have to have multiple members to be a "band?"
Does it have to have songs?
Do songs have to have lyrics?
Can some songs be dances?
Can other songs be silences?

Is reading a book alone a band?
Is sleeping and not reading a book a band?

Truth for Art / Art is best when it's a Lie.

I'd like to alienate you,
Because of your religion,
But then I start thinking about Alien Nation
With Mandy Patinkin
And how that's a girl's name.

Remember how they drank spoiled milk?
I can't even drink regular milk without really bad gas.