HEYDIDDLEYDUMDOODLEYNEIGHBOR!


So in July (it is) we're going to NYC. You're putting everything down, and coming with me, Ckrizznatch, and "Meggs" (From CANADA!!!) and we're chillaxing. The Ka-$$-Ching is about two hundred sixty or something. That's there, hotel, food and stuff, and back. It's cheap, it's about four days, it's worth it.

Wait... some impersonator is beatboxing?

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"one day I woke and knew I wasn't"

sah-WEEEET!
I most certainly would love to join yous on your urban rendesvous.
It would be cool, instead of getting a hotel (?), we grab sleeping bags and spend the night in storage compartments- I saw it on, i think, the Awful Truth.
Dunno if I can actually join yall though- maybe will be in PA gigging at Hershey. Ach, so many things that I want to do this summer. Ecuador, NYC, Grassroots, the Farm...
Maybe I'll just work at the pool, getting paid minimum wage as I strain human refuse from the warm shallow waters of the kiddie pool. More oppertunities to do these things, even though Hershey pays REALLY well.
I'm changing my major, dropping the music performance to a minor. Whats the Hauptfache going to be now, then? Keine Idee. Perhaps photography. And if I suck at that, then I'm transfering to New Paltz and being a visual arts major.
Fuck college.
Yes, EJ beatboxes. And yes, is amazing at it. And, yes, you both share many of the same traits- that was probably the initial draw to him. But he's into ska.....and republicans.
Meditation is hard, man.
What was that image you posted?

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Let's say that every day, every morning, millions of people, on cue, take the whole stupid [world] apart, all the cities and towns, with hammers and saws and rocks and bulldozers and tanks- whatever. Shake the Etch-A-Sketch.

you can make it. It's four days. turns out we're flying down for like... twelve dollars more.

College: expensive daycare

Hey, cespools need people to run them too you know...

Don't be a photographer. Just don't. I'll splain it later.

Cool. Well I'm not exactly liberal. I'm too level headed to be liberal and too smart to be conservative so I=nomad (what else is new)

I have break starting next week. If we must meet, I GUESS then would be the time?

Meditation is the easiest thing ever. If it's hard, you're doing it wrong. They've found that monks with hundreds and thousands of hours of meditation have actually changed the physiological structure of their gray matter! BOOYAH! I'll slow my metabolism so I'll never eat, or sleep. So I'll never need a home ever and I can go jobless. *yay*

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"one day I woke and knew I wasn't"

WOOO HOOO!
next week is entirely do-able.
can't wait to see you (when specifically?)

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Let's say that every day, every morning, millions of people, on cue, take the whole stupid [world] apart, all the cities and towns, with hammers and saws and rocks and bulldozers and tanks- whatever. Shake the Etch-A-Sketch.

I was just flamed over revolutions.

Call me stupid and I won't necessarily argue. I mean, I go to the forums that the sysops use to try and control us, to tell them how we are a generation raised in a box and that we will destroy them not the other way around.

Then they spit at me, "cheap psychology, cheap psychology, myspace.com, cheap psychology...um..... PWNED!"

It seems every time I mention revolution, tyranny, subculture, punks whatever they flame me and support my statements.
I want to vomit on the internet. Or meet a few people out there wanting to just fuck it up. Not for fun, or because we're "the selfish generation" only because it's us or them. and there might be some fun in the process... :cool:

Why do I feel the need to get flamed? Just to be challenged? It's like I have a thing for sticking my tongue in a wasp nest. MAY IT MAKE ME IMPERVIOUS!

blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape,
-AMW

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i have been in the process for the longest time, thinking of a comment that will absolutely infuriate you. that will make your lurch and tic and roar, lunging upwards, arms out and elbows bent, fingers contorted into skeletal representations. your fingertips spark, lightning pivots and sears the sky, thunder booming copiously overhead. blahblahblah

but lurking in the back of my head is...there's no chance. blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape. the dude.

so i have tried, and will continue to play devil's advocate.

i have attempted to poke and prod your mind, conjuring the most puzzling questions, including ones that i have been trying to answer without any success. with the gusto and bravado of...something....you retort/reply effortlessly. and if you have no idea what in tarnation you are spewing, you have confused me enough that it seems to make sense, and after adding in my own perceptions and reflections, i truely agree.
but then more questions surface


pardon the mucus oozing out of my head right now. though there's a constant, fluid flow the yellow gak, my mental workings have taken on the opposite viscosity.

not quite sure if that all made sense. not exactly phrased how i wanted it to be. you know my qualms and irritations and frustrations with the english language. doesnt help i cant really think effectively right now. lots of shit spinning in my head. inner effects the outer, old romanticism theory, psychosomatic?

but being as thats really the only way to communicate right now (coughpostdeviantartshitnowcough)....
i dunno.
wait! i DO know!
I'm going to shut up now!
YAY!

One more thing (oh erin)-
Drew, my man, brotha, buddy, chiefy:
You're coming to NYC. This summer. Don't like it? well, uh, sucks?

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Let's say that every day, every morning, millions of people, on cue, take the whole stupid [world] apart, all the cities and towns, with hammers and saws and rocks and bulldozers and tanks- whatever. Shake the Etch-A-Sketch.