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[11.08.05] |
man i miss those copper skies. the night sky was so small there. and in the winter, everything looked so clean. like a big white blanket covering the city.
kids are growing up faster and faster these days. if you ask me, i think it's all the jesus.
better play more music before i kick myself in the throat.
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[10.25.05] |
thanks everybody who came to our show on saturday. we really appreciate the support. im really tired right now and would like to go to bed. but i have a paper to do.
sometimes i want to quit school and just work and play music all day. but then i'd never go back to school. and get stuck in a shitty job.
i wanna get lost in some delta waves.
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[10.19.05] |

This is going to be fun. Please come.
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[10.10.05] |
Sir do you know that i can buy this store for seventy two hundred pesos hahaha no Sir, i did not know that however if i may use a phrase you are an asshole affluent White idiots.
dude are you kidding me you go to College and you don't blaze. no dude, i did not realize going to College automatically meant i Had to smoke marijuana.
purveyors of fine Dudes.
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[10.09.05] |
Don't say no to pills. Atavan won't kill. You said that life's like a bad movie. I said it's true of all of us.
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[09.09.05] |
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singlefilehonor (12:50:05 AM): college is amazing. i love pabst blue ribbon and you are the baddest mother fucker. on 9th street, straight up thug. tell pat i said hi. i miss los betos. like you can't even imagine. it hurts
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[04.19.05] |
gangrenous seductions build up the lust-filled influction a mass of sheep to eat digital and drink electronic. we're hard-wired and we don't even know it, save for cameras and spaces that back up and show it. burn pacifiers in defiance, detonate highchairs with pharmaceutical appliance. i'll be the one doing the avenging, until then...
we're a new mass to breed, and we'll go without sleep burnout, punchin, cleanout your desk; orders a thousand miles deep. papers pile like the sand runs the length of the nile, a final destination? a cold aluminum file cabinets burn and contort as the sheet metal dances, to the flames' licks, moves, and prances. company logos get backordered and eliminated, as their pieces lie on the fake grass; detonated.
coming at you with zeroes and ones.
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