Dice-K Hitler Clause
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Boy, that day was amazing. Started out sucky, but after that (and alot of guitar, in which i learned several new songs) it was osm. Bacon showed up and we played Black&White2, and after kicking the everliving hsit out of the Norse, we watched some seinfeld and ate a kickass dinner, during which time we learned cuddy is in an opium den in shanghai, (Africa?). And that the speak british in Africa. OH! and that he is in a band with DANNY! (bacons father)
Then, we decided it was time for icecream, but couldnt walk all the way to the place, so we went to stop and shop. We bought a cake with a smiley face, some ice cream, and a legend was born. Dice-K Hitler Clause, dear friend and loved one. He was like a brother to me! Unfortunatley he had herpes, was misdiagnosed (by one of the greatest (sexiest) doctors alive), and therefore given a terribly botched labotamy that cost him his left eye, and later his life. Cause of death: crumbly bits on his insides. HE WAS A GREAT MAN!!...and he was delicious.
And we laffed until we cried.
anddd yeah. Today was pretty great. hehehe ^.^ now im sorta crashing tho, but i love this feeling. It only happens every once in awhile.
lemme lay it out for you.
You come home after a great day. Everything melted away for a day, and every worry was gone. You come home and turn off the loud TV and take a seat. It happens alot when im in spiffy clothing, like after BSO, or one of the plays. It also happened tonight. You take a load off, and strip out of your jacket, tossing it mindlessly over the chair. you close your eyes and roll your head back as you smile and laff alittle as you remember sumthing or other. It's quiet now. Maybe thers some soft music playing that you love. Its late and dark except for one light in the corner. You strip out of your shirt, afterall, you;re alone now, and just lean back in your chair for a moment, eyes closed, body limp. you come out of your little trance after a moment, and the days amnesia is wearing off. ITs still that same, tired yet awake feeling. As you look up you see yourself in themirror. You look at yourself with your head cocked slightly to the side. You examine yourself, head to toe. From the fall of your hair, to the color of your eyes, down to your neck and chest, down to your abs, down to your toes. Barely aware of the world around you you just stare at yourself. You;re still wearing your necklace and it hangs at your chest, and you stare at it. Everyhting about you is entrancing for just a moment. Why though? Because as you stare, you think about everything youve forgotten about today. You stare at yourself and remember this worry and that obligation. This regret and that remorse. But you smile alittle. Its still today, and tommorow only comes after a trip to the most wild and extraordinary world: your dreams. You run your fingers through your hair slowly and look at yourself, stripped down from the thing everyone thinks you are. Down to the bare bones of your scared little self. But you;re safe now. You're home. You look down and think for a moment. You look back on the day and on the facade you put up. You nod alittle, just alittle. and smile alittle. just alittle. the smile spreads and yor content for the moment. Maybe you feel alitlle poetic as you turn the lights out. You take your belt off and strip down for bed. You see your siloutee in the mirror, illuminated by moonlight. As you crawl under the covers, you're already drifting off. Your wonderful little moment is over, and soon the day will come.
But for now, enjoy your dreams.
It's quiet now.
You're home.
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Boy, that day was amazing. Started out sucky, but after that (and alot of guitar, in which i learned several new songs) it was osm. Bacon showed up and we played Black&White2, and after kicking the everliving hsit out of the Norse, we watched some seinfeld and ate a kickass dinner, during which time we learned cuddy is in an opium den in shanghai, (Africa?). And that the speak british in Africa. OH! and that he is in a band with DANNY! (bacons father)
Then, we decided it was time for icecream, but couldnt walk all the way to the place, so we went to stop and shop. We bought a cake with a smiley face, some ice cream, and a legend was born. Dice-K Hitler Clause, dear friend and loved one. He was like a brother to me! Unfortunatley he had herpes, was misdiagnosed (by one of the greatest (sexiest) doctors alive), and therefore given a terribly botched labotamy that cost him his left eye, and later his life. Cause of death: crumbly bits on his insides. HE WAS A GREAT MAN!!...and he was delicious.
And we laffed until we cried.
anddd yeah. Today was pretty great. hehehe ^.^ now im sorta crashing tho, but i love this feeling. It only happens every once in awhile.
lemme lay it out for you.
You come home after a great day. Everything melted away for a day, and every worry was gone. You come home and turn off the loud TV and take a seat. It happens alot when im in spiffy clothing, like after BSO, or one of the plays. It also happened tonight. You take a load off, and strip out of your jacket, tossing it mindlessly over the chair. you close your eyes and roll your head back as you smile and laff alittle as you remember sumthing or other. It's quiet now. Maybe thers some soft music playing that you love. Its late and dark except for one light in the corner. You strip out of your shirt, afterall, you;re alone now, and just lean back in your chair for a moment, eyes closed, body limp. you come out of your little trance after a moment, and the days amnesia is wearing off. ITs still that same, tired yet awake feeling. As you look up you see yourself in themirror. You look at yourself with your head cocked slightly to the side. You examine yourself, head to toe. From the fall of your hair, to the color of your eyes, down to your neck and chest, down to your abs, down to your toes. Barely aware of the world around you you just stare at yourself. You;re still wearing your necklace and it hangs at your chest, and you stare at it. Everyhting about you is entrancing for just a moment. Why though? Because as you stare, you think about everything youve forgotten about today. You stare at yourself and remember this worry and that obligation. This regret and that remorse. But you smile alittle. Its still today, and tommorow only comes after a trip to the most wild and extraordinary world: your dreams. You run your fingers through your hair slowly and look at yourself, stripped down from the thing everyone thinks you are. Down to the bare bones of your scared little self. But you;re safe now. You're home. You look down and think for a moment. You look back on the day and on the facade you put up. You nod alittle, just alittle. and smile alittle. just alittle. the smile spreads and yor content for the moment. Maybe you feel alitlle poetic as you turn the lights out. You take your belt off and strip down for bed. You see your siloutee in the mirror, illuminated by moonlight. As you crawl under the covers, you're already drifting off. Your wonderful little moment is over, and soon the day will come.
But for now, enjoy your dreams.
It's quiet now.
You're home.
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