#5 Compose some prose then fade->to->black.
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No intro is needed. You're fully informed.
My soul is so seeded. My style's not norm'ed.
And so we begin dis nonsense slap schtick.
Neverending prose and crazy-ass fun pics.
Crazy-ass funny pics?
Badass sick six.
Badass squid tat.
Hidalgo done did that.
Hidalgo the artist
Good Bon Bon the smartest.
El Norte the wisest.
Mariposa the nicest
Fair Juniper best artist.
Great Nickle, most smartest.
And of course, Rodeo.
Ummmmmmm.......uhhhhhhhh....Rodeo rides horses.
killallthebabyseals
What?
Huh?
Okay then:
Let us roll on forward toward the valley of smut
As we roll past the hood, the windows all shut
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Actually I just have some random pictures from last Friday. So this LJ post will be pretty mundane.
Pics n' stuff from Friday (the last day of school!):
thebreakfastclub. where hearts are broken, laughter is had, and memories are made:
Notably missing are: Annie, David, EJ, and forunately, Leslie. Hi Leslie.
the "final walk" of 2005. on the left are el norte and bon bon looking happysad. and making her first appearence, is the blazingly cool Selina (see? she doesn't even need a witty nickname!).
Itinerary: Not so scary
First period: Off
Second period: History
SportsFan2006 is caught in an engaging sports conversation by the watchful eye of my camera.
By chance, I run into EJ in the hallways of Brewster. I decide to write him a poem:
Poem for Lijah
EJ, EJ, oh breaker of hearts
Young Mr. Kirsch, where did it all start?
Dark Highway of Angst, and Trail of Sorrow
You blaze them all up, like there's no tomorrow!
Below, young Spencer, Mark and Neil are socializing.
Spencer: Who's up for some wacky hacky sack?
Mark: Although it seems enticing, I reluctantly decline.
Spencer: Fuck you whore.
Neil: Now guys...
Spencer: Stay the fuck out of this.
Neil: Okay.
Mark: Fighting, *sigh*, such capricious juvenile nonsense.
Spencer: Fuck you.
Mark: Your desire to fornicate me is disconcertingly arousing.
Nick: You guys are weird.
Third period: Chemistry
Sarah Meredith, the temporary cripple, is seen below taking a picture of Lauren and Kellie.
[You'll also notice the faithful Hidalgo standing by her side, weary after a long month of traversing the Himalayas' most treacherous terrain. "Oh Hidalgo how you are the envy of all horses!]
Some people I know:
Hello Lauren, Kellie, Evelyn, David, Matthew and Ms. Livsey. I love you guys! B(Chem)FF. JK. Or not! No, JK. Really. I like you guys. I mean love.
ChenChen exorcising himself. "Demons within, BE GONE!"
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1, 2, skip a few 99, 2:49 pm
After school the gang hung at Barton Srpings (no pictures). We swam and got some snocones and talked on the grass (no pictures).
Later El Norte, Hidalgo, and I met Mariposa, Rodeo, and Juniper for dinner at Magnolia (no pictures).
We ate and chilled, and conversed through the evening.
As we exited Magnolia, I felt hot. Very hot. I looked around me in a shivered panic trying to find the source of this intense heat that I felt focused on the back of my neck. I looked at Rodeo. There was fire in her eyes. She wanted to race. Haught diggity damn.
When I hit the asphalt, I never underestimate my enemy. I have too much respect for this lifestyle.
We gain an early lead but Juniper’s car is able to hang. She has latched on to the back part of the slipstream that my car has created. We roared past Mozart’s. The kids were pointing, and the college girls were screaming with glee.
The race stays close. My palms grew sweaty.
My heart began to pound. My pupils dilated and I made the signal to Hidalgo to activate the M47 Dragon Anti-Tank Missiles that I keep behind my drivers seat.
Hidalgo began to load the launcher, startled, Rodeo advised Juniper to back off. A wise choice young Rodeo, a wise choice...
But what's this?!!?!?!??! SHE ATTEMPTS TO PASS ME!!?!?!?!? you sly fox you! Why I oughta....
What happened next was a blur. It went a little something like this:
We lost the lead around turn 5. We attempted to fishtail them coming onto the following straightaway to no avail. Slippery women. We followed close. I waited to make my move, staying as patient as a plotting panther. Finally, I broke out the Stage Four Nos in the middle of turn 9. They had no chance. Poor girls. At that point the acceleration ripped the camera from my hands as I watched it fly back to the trunk. Sorry.
The SSSSRS Lives On. For the unitiated, that's : St. Stephen's School Street Racing Syndicate. Representin.
We get there early. Just hanging out. Aka Just Chillin'. Aka "JC." Aka Jesus Christ. Aka Our Saviour. Hanging out with our Saviour. It's all the same.
Juniper's vehicle of defeat came puttering into the driveway, like a wimpering dog that was victim to the fury of mother nature.
We helped them from their vehicles and made our way into Hidalgo's house. We settled down as drinks were passed around (non-alcoholic), music was played, and the mood was lightened. A joke or two was told and small talk ensued in the muted light of Hidalgo's basement abode. A smile escaped my tired face.
Rodeo in a sign of goodwill between two legendary street racers did this:
In spite of her long years spent on Hell's Ranch moving countless bales of hay, Rodeo showed incredible dexterity in giving me a Sharpie manicure/peticure. Thank you Rodeo.
Bon Bon joins us later. He listens attentively as Hidalgo and Rodeo recount what wild things happened during the even wilder race. El Norte is browsing through iTunes.
I am in a dual state of self-disbelief and joy as I sneak in a picture of the ever-elusive Juniper:
Juniper is a fan of dead baby jokes.
Here are some esoteric scribblings by the mystical Juniper. feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelings. it evokes feelings. Hidalgo's hair was messy.
The night wound down, many hours did pass
Laughter was had, time did past so fast
Seven warriors of old
Great stories we told
Soon Bon Bon departed
We were back where we started
We continued to talk straight on through the night
Of legends and myth, how I fought Grendel with might
So one by one, the ladies did leave
What a tangled journey, we comrades did weave...
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I took El Norte home. He needed some rest.
I hid the two bodies in adjacent trash cans. I was too tired to do it right. And the stench was unbearable.
I noticed a light overlooking the dump site. Somehow, it pissed me off. I shot out the light with my Colt .45.
Red means stop. I went.
Fade2Black. Friend of Jack.
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Finis numero cinq.