Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
mandag, mars 31, 2003
Dear Hillary,
Thank you for the lovely souvenir from Barbados. I have put it to use.
wink. wink. winkwinkwinkwinkwink.
Love,
Kjerstin
søndag, mars 30, 2003
Breakawayjon17: fuck the war, give me ice cream
yeah i think you do
oh hell i'll post again and make this a very long sunday
I don't think Spongebob Squarepants would approve of all this merchandising off him. It's funny, because the same thing could be said about God. It's funny because God and Spongebob are a lot alike.
MY dad and I are going to border's because he gets a discount today cause he's a teacher and we were told to get Bobby Watson cd's but me and my dad didn't know why, and so we asked mom and she was like, "just to have on hand to give away...like to Saddam" and my dad laughed and i laughed and he was like, "Saddam?" and my mom was like, "yeah..." and my dad was like, "you mean, Syed (sigh-eed)?" and it was funny. cause that's my dad's friend or something.
hahah. holy shit. um, you know what's INCOHERENT?
everyone reading this is like; "CARE"
are you trying to go to the dixie chicsk web site or something? HILLARY needs a coaster to get off and to keep her from biting sexy kjerstin
hillary god crap stop saying poppy
my nose is effin' itchy
well cyr scyrstin what do you have to say!
cool beans!!!
wow no one really says that anymore! cause its cool to be squish a lish?
ujnhb 9kjilm,ol
you bitch!
i hate myself
why?
kherstin: i think we should bo to gbed
hillary; kjerstin what are we two? like eighty or nine i mean aeighty nn9ne or
what are you guys wriiting like the constitutiohn? dr judd askes
no! we are writing a book about god and his pierstin? yes perhaps ahhemmm
dont tell kjerstin that i am going to sprinkle all the crumbs of the world onto her key board
ohh dork!
hillary! you cant put on 50 cents
kjerstin wants to know why she's "ALWAYS PART OF THE LESBIAN JOKe" AND HILLARY IS like "poppy poppyy poyyppyy no popF?"
hey guys hwat time is it? I'm not sure..,but the part level is a deifinate high level, if you know what I mean........well it's been fun Pia keep sgivinb me some nast stares! JUst kiddign! Chill1 Oout! Shit Up! Pia sotp laughing thanks! OMGOMGOMGOGMG pia
caroline and kjerstinj are you know whatting...........
sexy mama
hills and kj are having lesbiand sex pm tjhe pullout couach~ qn pia and me are gettinmng off to it
kjserstin has to go to sleep and its only like 5;30 in the aftesrnoone!
"hillary said "POOP DOT COM.....IT GIVES YOU FACTS!"
TEIPEE
I DO NOT LOOOK LIKKE A STINKIGH PANTS!
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lørdag, mars 29, 2003
"you know what's good? peeing. because it gets everything out. "
"we need some guys here." -carolingeon
"hillary is like a camel because there's a sdip bertween her hips and her4 boolbs!"
ungarian schick in her breast!! - me!! hillary'
"her body is emaciated" (sung to the tuneof hber body is a wonderland) -hillary
"caroline, doesn't that seem like a long time ago?"
"no"
"shut up it's my keratosis melatin" "no it's not even your keratosis melanin!" - caroline and hillary *Kjerstin oddly scratching pia's head!*
"hillary is a sexPOT!!!!!!!!" and "j'ai mon coeur dans ma bouche!" --Carolikine
"HOW'S THE WAR GOING?.......AT LEAST WE'RE HAVING A GOOD TIME!"
ok, here I am a second after that, the only reason it looks weird is because I was at a realllly weird angle? ok? thanks.
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;vguy;'
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'hi this is hilaryh e!!!!!!oops. how are y'all? I: hope you are good! Hi. here is caroline.';
hey what's up? this is caroline and she is so cool and super cool qne i can't believe that they hid the liquor from me because I can right prefectlyu! what the fuck! Id lon'ty wannt to get hight! by e. Yes she does want to get high! heheheheheheheh.
bye.
hawhaha
alksmdjr
vj, ,m;
drunk people are boring
you know. sometimes i forget i don't like hardcore.
I need to talk to people. specifically.
but I need to be with people in a more general sense. but all I want to do is stay at home and waste mytime all the time everything makes me uncomfortable which is why hillary and caroline think i'm an alcoholic. who's fault? i can point fingers but it's mine for some reason. oh yeah that reminds me i figured out how i have only child's syndrom cause i figured i must, since i'm an only child, but i was never really that selfish or demanding... so while i was looking for the answer to this question I was also wondering what it is that makes me so interested in myself. what that means is that I am the most important person in my life. I'm not sure if that's an ego thing or what, it's certainly not purposeful, but i have always condsidered myself important, like i don't know how to put this so that it doesn't sound haughty because i'ts not supposed to be but maybe that's the whole point, is that it is and I just keep saying it's not. ha weelLL!anyway. like, i'm always concerned that I"M the happiest (IRONIC IRONIC) and i shove everyone else under the carpet. and for christ's sake that is a horrible way to travel. so I"m sorry to everyone, becuase i am inconsiderate to the izzo. and hypocritical and I whine all the time . pardon.
aWK!
fredag, mars 28, 2003
anyway. besides that. my college trips were enjoyable. and college looks a trillion times cooler than high school. but again, i'm becoming what i have despised for so long: someone who always thinks and talks about college and getting in and all that stuff. shizz. highlights included Hannibal, MO, where Samuel Clemons is nothing less than a demi-god, and where we ate at the Becky Thatcher restaurant, which was actually one of the many smoky diners with elderly waitresses that we ate at. I also realized how fucking uptight my parents can be. there were several moments on the trip where we were all just about ready to snap if anyone said anything. example:
(me at wheel)
mom: (loud, sharp intake of breath from backseat)
me: (irritable) what, mom?
mom: you didn't see him at all!
me: yes, yes I did, mom, that's why I switched lanes
dad: hey hey you two have been doing this since Iowa. do I need to drive?
mom and me: SHUT UP KARL
but other than that, it was nice to see people, and to taste the liberty i'll have next year. no... i mean in two years. fuck this.
i can't believe I missed Garrity. oh well. call me.
Hills114: omg he just laughed like a girl
Hills114: he did it again
Hills114: OMG
Hills114: shut up
my mom sent me a letter from Michael Moore to Georgie Porgie. if you want to get it tell me.
(what i'm saying is that I don't know anyone's email address.)
torsdag, mars 27, 2003
HI THIS IS HILLARY AND PIA HAHAHA
KJERSTIN IS DANCING AROUND NAKED!!!!
IT'S HILARIOUS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS.
(NO, WE'RE NOT MAKING OUT)
lørdag, mars 22, 2003
eh. there goes one weeke of spring break. what did i do? watch films i guess. ohhh i'm so classy I say "films" instead of "movies." yeah unh unh.
Today we went over to Fred's (elderly next-door neighbor) and looked at his stuff and I got a shitload including:
8mm film projecter
turntable
two wall hangings
two dresses
old magazines
an alarm clock
bike helmet
(worthless crap that I think is cool)
and pia got some stuff too.
yenyways. the week has not been bad. we've gone to war, but on a smaller scale i can say things are dandy. I made two friends...no wait there were those Independence people at the concert...but besides them...one is the french guy whose email mme. gave us. he's cool. he listens to Metallica and is a sculptor (honh honh HONH!!!)
I'm finally going to get some highway drivin' experience so now i can drive to more outta town places after this week. plus i get to see jenna and michael. and Iowa. oh yeahhhh. Iowa. I mean, "oh yeahhhh! Iowa!"
I wish people would say "sporadic" or "weird" instead of "random."
I need to clean my room. cause if i don't at least start on it, I will return on friday and open its doors and immediately fall to the floor because the stench will overpower me. plus my clothes get dirty and i can't find shit or i just step on it walking around. i still love it. ooo that reminds me of the typewriter. anywaya.
it's cool to talk about yourself a lot.
George Carlin is a genius
fredag, mars 21, 2003
i wish my poem in the garret was silly or weird or funny instead of being depressing and suicidal. haha.
i'm having trouble with my graphic design. i need to make these figures rainbow colored but can't with my simple Paint and Microsoft Word tools.
I am leaving on Sunday morning. lalalala.
torsdag, mars 20, 2003
well i'm glad my commenting system has replaced email as the new technology of keeping in contact with one another when away.
I just saw The Pianist and i am shaken. it was another beautiful movie. god and it made me love Chopin even more. i hate to use bland movie descriptions (hey, that's why I write for The Voice) but it just was so emotional and to be redundant, beautiful. really wow. and despite having still not seen The Hours, The Pianist definitely it gets my Oscar vote as of now . So does Adrien Brody. I still don't see what the big deal with Chicago is. It's a good musical, but just an ok movie. Moulin Rouge was a good musical and movie. They just didn't do enough with it. It has way too many nominations.
I really like this Tivoli every night thing.
i'm listening to the walkmen right now in thish state. and i'd put the lyrics to "rue the day" but i can't find them anywhere and if i tried to specifically listne to them you know it just might ruin the song but i was at their website and FUCKING A THIS IS RAD
morphing
onsdag, mars 19, 2003
I just saw Talk to Her and it was the most beautiful movie I've ever seen. aw. there was just something about it and ihatesayingthisdon'tgivemethatlookoreyerolloranything but it just moved me like nothing had before. I want to see it again but that's another 7.50. still. it was amazing.
and on many other notes.
now we're at war and forchrist'ssake why do i always have to wonder what other people will say about what I"m saying? anyway. just saying that everything else is minute... and then to contradict that in a sense to say that everything we have is exactly that: what we have, so keep that in mind everytime you take that for granted. and however that makes you feel should depend on what you hold to be real or what you want to be real. as for me. i can say that i should probably pull myself out of the little, deep hole i made out of eyeliner to stab myself in. enh. but it smells nice there. so i'll stay there for as long as insecurity holds out. whatever you mean. god that movie was beautiful.
What Would Al Gore Have Done?
skanking + slurpees = excellent night. merci to all.
i babysat from 8:30-4:00 today. holy crap. i'm exhausted. especially since one kid talked too much and the other didn't talk at all. but whatever. when I ran out of creative things at my house i just let other people do it for me (i.e. Brookside Toy & Science and Kaleidescope) Kaleidiscope (YES I"M SPELLING IT WRONG) is really different from when we used to go. now the parents walk around with the kids. it surprised me how many parents would actually sit down and do the projects themselves. for christ's sake. let the kids do it. there's not much to kaleidescope except scraps from the hallmark factory and crayola markers. but if the kids like it... ca va. sheesh. do you know what I want for dinner? grilled cheese with tomato. you know what we're having? trout.
tirsdag, mars 18, 2003
hahah christ my hair looks bad!
and Igby Goes Down is a really good movie
i just performed a really shoddy dye job. ah well.
there was a lot of drama in my household today all because of that fuck face in the white house declaring war in the next 48 hours. if you want the details i think i can disclose them to you. right now i just want someone to get coffee with me.
mandag, mars 17, 2003
good GOD how great the night is.
i just stood outside against my car in the street for so long just looking at the sky and the street and my god the moon was so bright. and it made me glad that they never told you to not look straight at the moon like they did for the sun all the same the moon must have been just as bright as the sun tonight. and anything like that come so clear and the air was so fucking nice and I just stood out there and everything was SO SERENE. no cars and a rabbit went across the street and all I did was straighten myself and it went away it was that calm. jesus i'm going to spend all my nights just standing in the street or in the grass or something just looking towards heaven.
søndag, mars 16, 2003
hm. the day is a lot longer when you get up at 7.
i like spring break
torsdag, mars 13, 2003
translation of previous post:
i will drink coffee and play bass all night.
you know how i was singwhistling that daydream song by that spoonfuls band? before and after I got the two papers back that ruined the rest of my day? well i got in the car and it was on the radio and i was like, "HELLA!" and everything was just really bizarre after that. there are all these kids playing in the yard of one family in my neighborhood and there were minivans everywhere. bah lalalalala lada dada. come on!
no woman no cry
to think. at this time tomorrow it will all be over. no school no fucking papers or tests. fuck. the problem is between now and then. shitt. i just have to hold out for...twenty more hours. about. fuck me. i was in a pissy-sad mood today just like every day. pissy-sad. that should be my name or something.
BATH TIME
onsdag, mars 12, 2003
fizzle! i didn't take a nap after school cause mikey mcmikepants called me and then i had madrigals and i have to work like hell entering in your damn sports credits tomorrow so i can skip physics and drivvle drizzle drive to TOpeka to see TREASURES OF THE CZARS!!!!!!!!!!!
omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg
hah. to think i was jealous of sam with stephen!
julian casablancas (the strokes): you and julian
are no stranger to the bottle. and the morning
after is killer.
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tirsdag, mars 11, 2003
There is a bar they call The Bitter Sea.
And she sits and drinks a velvet crush--that's
Kool Aid and gin--casing the clientele
Like a relentless cameraman. She is
Elsewhere. She says You keep a-knocking
But you can't come in, and I say
Little Sister, don't you do what your Big Sister does
Spiral down down down down down down down
Well desire looks just like you with an uzi nine
Gundown fifteen bystanders in a roadside driveby
Desire is the grassfire drinking gasoline
And she says Open up your mouth, man, let me come inside
Spiral down down down down down down down
She cracked
Now they call me Mr. Bitterness
She snapped
Now they call me Mr. Bitterness
She's gone,
Gone gone
Aaah, leaning up against the wall
I will lash out dancing like a madman when you're gone
I will spit the blue flame and hurl my glass against the wall
And I will hear your name coming out from a boom box
I will hear your name called out from passing cars
Spiral down down down down down down down
She cracked...
mandag, mars 10, 2003
"True love waits" by radiohead is the prettiest song and so sad
i play bespelled now just to find the best words possible. Lately: ovary, weasel, quark, exon, saliva, queer
they won't count "bitch" though.
errrrrrg. i am depressed. pood.
yeah, Hi Hat macking!
søndag, mars 09, 2003
the play...by Marivaux...The Triumph of Love. was good. it was very long. but it was about love and heartbreak and all that follows. the thing I love about Shakespeare and parallel french plays is just how easily people fall into undying love with each other. it's laughable the way they see eachother and exchange a few words and then they tell each other they can never ever be apart. it's just wonderful. it just makes me all hot 'n bothered. hooray.
i'm correcting my London short story... and Gordon underlined a part of my sentence that goes, "Brian quickly realized that Tocker hadn't exactly been working his ass off in the first period..." and she wrote, "Change diction."
also:
"The wrestlers had barely even erected their backs before..." she underlined "erected" and wrote "word choice"
let me compare thee to a bagel with strawberry jelly. oh you're so good.
things i've learned about boys and girls
you can't expect two people to "hook up" they have to develop together before anything will happen between them. like dillution or something. nooo hhah i've been thinking about symbolism too long. poop. speaking of symbolism, i'm thinking that the ever popular "christ figure" is soon going to be replaced by "american dream" as far as my humanities studies go. ah well. i need to read more gatsby. i need to do all my homework. mayhaps i should.
i'm going to see a play tonight. by shakespeare.
CARE
lørdag, mars 08, 2003
ohhhhhh Planet Sub sweet sweet Planet Sub
............................................(drool)
i went to Pinnacle today and I did nothing really. but Ginny Glen did call me later. haha.
and that DICK of a AZNPRD bastard son of bitch beecher "had something" to fill up the space that pham pham was going to put our article in. GRRRRRRR (tears beecher's head to pieces) god his article will be just as shitty. mcClain Johnson liked our article though. hoorah!
pandas!
fredag, mars 07, 2003
must not...post...after...well-received...article!
but i will.
i think after the musical tomorrow i will go off in my car and play Sonic Youth or something and drive around mission hills until i get lost.
onsdag, mars 05, 2003
corbett and i got sick of writing about old school. well we really didn't. but we didn't have anything left to say after one paragraph. so we wrote a stream of consciousness article. la voici.
We saw Old School. We liked it; it had a nice soundtrack and several funny scenes that would be infinitely less funny if we told you about them; therefore, we have decided to replace this review with a stream of consciousness account of whatever dark and twisted subconscious is governing us.
Should we get some music juice (aka heroine—aptly named considering Kurt Cobain, Elliott Smith and the Velvet Underground) Janis joplin did heroine but she wasn’t pretty, pretty Nico was pretty put she had a funny accent plus she did the rest of the band what to write without sounding fake cause you know it’s all just in our head well I’m typing rrite now and thinking too hard about this.
Now every time I write I have to think too hard because I can only see a sea of green ink, thanks mrs. Gordon VOTE Sometimes I think about god. And I thank him that I am human because if I were any other species my slow and pathetic self would have succumb to the law of evolution a long time ago but I wouldn’t know I was missing out on anything because if I were another species I wouldn’t know my misfortune
People are vain like me because all anyone wants is a new pair of shoes and their picture all over the yearbook so everyone can look at it and that’s why when people get their photos developed they doFOR see the picture they only look at themselves cause they think that everyone is like them and will notice every aspect about them like what amount of skin was showing or whether or not they looked good but really everyone else is just looking at themselves and thinking the same thing. No all we really want is sex. We are hardwired to want to procreate and everything we do eventually goes back to making ourselves more attractive mates. Want a new car? Sure you do, to get a pretty little cheerleader. Want to go to a good college? I bet, having an education makes you money and nothing gets you laid like money. sorry sorry don’t apologize but you do. And that leads me to preparation. We prepare for college in a college preparatory school and then college prepares us for a job and responsible citizenship but I cant help to wonder what consequence it all has considerSAMing…
Psshshshhshshssh so whats with music cause everyone says music inspires them but you look at people and you wonder what the hell they’re listening to. Cause we’re all different and some of us have talent and others don’t and others think they do and other s know they don’t and when you all put themFOR together well who knows this is what happens when you think too hard on purpose cause you can tell when it’s not a real thought and you had to force yourself to think about it cause you’re writing a special special way the thing about music is I use it to replace thoughts I try to find a music that fits my mood and then I don’t have to think about it just use some other guy’s thoughts to replace your own but that’PRESIDENTs dangerous because eventually you just stop thinking and have a song in your head so silence is good to sometimes.
There is something romantic about bullfights. There has got to be a poem somewhere in that—something about the bull bleeding to death and half dazed but not realizing it and just feeling a little sleepy and following the cape—crimson—sexual reference there it is proof that everything leads back to sex.
And I’d just love to talk about that more but I have trouble thinking about things that make me uncomfortable like war and plague and injustice like watching some kid get called names and just watching and watching but you don’t say anything cause that would draw you into something that wouldn’t be pretty for you cause you’re such a wuss so that’s why you never watch the news but still talk like you do. NicO!
Awkward silences really aren’t that bad. You just have to think of them as a filter and look around at other people squirming under the weirdness of it and thinking they have to say something but if you just be calm and collected then you sort of rise above that and can watch. That filter thing, what I meant there was that if you find people with no awkward silences then they are promising candidates.
And you promised it wouldn’t be awkward but now it is. Sometimes I, like now, I can’t think of anything concrete cause I’m thinking too hard but I think about something so much that it stops existing in the real world and it just gets blown out of proportion inside my head like some grandpa telling a war story that sounds great to his grandkids but really it wasn’t anything big all he nononono it’s not like that at all. I need to work on my metaphors. Like I need to take better care of my nails.
Obviously this is just the drivel of teen angst but there’s something to that. What is teen angst anyway? Just a coming realization of things or maturity? At the teenage years we have some of the sharpest mental moments in our lives so maybe our teen angst is the most genuine way of looking at things and the rest is just a sedated and subdued perception of things.
But sometimes when I’m sad I get even sadder cause I wonder if anything I feel is actually real or just a byproduct of caffeine or hormones. Cause there’s nothing more depressing than realizing that you’re down because a couple cells inside your body shifted during the night.
Then you feel guilty because some people actually have shit to be depressed about and you are sitting in your nuclear family and feeling bad. You don’t really have much of a right do you? Or if you do then what does that say? Are we hardwired for disappointment? If even people who aren’t supposed to feel bad feel bad anyway then who in the hell doesn’t feel bad?
Teen angst. What makes it worse is when people tell you that these are the best years of your life and you see yourself spending the best years of your life sitting in front of a computer and stressing because you won’t have enough time to study. Which is why we have priorities.
I always had sugar coated perceptions of my next age milestone which is a little scary because then you just end up anticipating another time until there isn’t another one. But then again not necessarily.
How long is a milestone? Oh god not a time debate oh god what is time. “Time is an essence not a quantity” (thanks Jo Mo) “time tells me when to go to school” time is overrated.
Time is just a measure of change without change there is no time that was jonnys whole trouble no change. Eye contact is underrated too.
Do you ever feel that sometimes when you think or say something or feel something that you’re far too sober to be thinking or saying or feeling whatever. Like you’re under far too few influences to ask why. You can almost smell what your lacking. Maybe it’s cause there are other influences to make up for the ones that are too obvious. But im not completely convinced that those influences change who I am so much as just reveal who I am. We all change for social or moral reasons a little when we’re sober but when we’re not we forget about some of those restrictions and act on our real selves. The trick is to remember what it’s like to forget the restrictions when you’re sober so that you can. You know. TIME TO EDITTTT!!!YASYAYAY D
fuck war. goddamn. it's so fucking stupid. i don't watch the news enough. sheesh. but that's like me to not pay attention or purposely forget something that makes me uncomfortable. i forgot about the school walkout today, but it would have been silly for me to leave anyway. i didn't have class starting at one...so no one would have no anyway. still. i'm a wanker. anyway. poop. who's fighting for america? the fuck. god i hate to talk since i know i'm just as ill-informed as someone who wants to go to war. it's so dumb. including anti-french sentiment. people are so stupid. listen to julia child.
tirsdag, mars 04, 2003
Peharch: sigh
Peharch: JUST WRITE IT
no! bwaha.
most recent review pick: Old School.
it gets the kjcorboto thumbs up
"you can bring your green hat!" - will ferrel
mandag, mars 03, 2003
tidbits:
on the stereo: ho-pooter? what does that even mean?
Hills114: OBNOCKSOBNOCKS!!
Breakawayjon17 signed off at 8:59:58 PM.
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Peepslovesyou: jerk jerk jerk!
it's cool for your parents to read the Voice survey then to ask you if you've participated in oral sex or sexual intercourse. oh, did i say "cool?" i meant awkward. AWKWARD AWKWARDDDDDD
i wish i wish i wish
you know what. i like going to Pembroke's website to see what pictures I can find.
like this:
and this:
do you see that empty chair? that is where I sit! only i was in St. Louis for field hockey business when jizz band played for the street chalking festival.
søndag, mars 02, 2003
IS IT SO FUCKING HARD FOR A COFFEESHOP WITHIN 5 MINUTES OF MY HOUSE TO BE OPEN ON SUNDAY???
oh and does anyone know who the Cocteau Twins are? i'm looking for music by the actually French modernist Cocteau and they're the only things that pop up. and it's for a french project. i'm not trying to sound unbeliveably cultured.
you know what would suck? if a death-metal loving troll came to my house. (well someone would have to be over with me cause i'd be really scared by myself) cause then i don't think i would write my term paper and frankly i don't think gordon or judd would think that was a very good excuse
maybe i would just send the troll to THEIR house. huh. yeah what's up.
Hills114: and my hands were really cold (prolly cause it was cold in my car) but I thought that they weren't getting oxygen and would have to be amputated
DrippyLikesBass: ca c'est le sens de la vie
my artsy paris desktop is gone cause i thought it this one picture from a 1950's elementry year book would be funny, but then it was just creepy.
my self-worth is at a very low number right now. but what do you expect. it's 12:20 on a saturday night. it's like fucking clockwork.
i should be at evil dead again
lørdag, mars 01, 2003
upcomign shows at el torreon i wanna go to:
the toasters??? march 18
atom and his package march 21
sahara hot nights march 28
anyone? yes?
i like the snow. and mittens. It would be funny if i ran with dietrich for senior class officers. hahahaha. I know some of you who read this put down your email for that LGBT Youth Violence Prevention Project that I talked about at the last Common Ground meeting. say something here if you're still interested but I"ll bring it up at school on monday. sheesh. I hate school. it takes me away from velour pants and chai tea and cartoons.
you know how those little black boxes don't get destroyed in airplanes? you know, they're the strongest and most importatn part of the plane. well I think the most important part of a pair of pants is the cloth inside the pockets. It should be that little black box in your pants. no matter what happens, it should never be destroyed: never rip, tear break. Because you can get holes in your jeans, or rip up the bottom cuffs, but jeans lose a lot of purpose when you can't put stuff in your pocket because the fucking cloth is torn. pockets are important. when I was a little kid I got a Christian magazine called Pockets. I hated it. that would be an example of how Pockets are bad. but other than that, they're hella important.
I think i'd like to live on a diet of pears, french multi-grain bread (with butter), and good black coffee. yeah. and I'd wear only black. and have a radio that would play Sonic Spectrum.
today I went to recycled sounds and was looking at Ella Fitzgerald records. now, my favorite record ever is "Clap Hands here comes Charlie," which is where "clap hands" came from. 
and as it turns out, it was selling for $75. wow. it had a little sticker that said it was a collector's item and that some people would pay $200 for it. yowza. how bout that.
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