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[thesynthtctrvst]

as much as i don't want to admit it, i'll be working at mission springs next year. pretty much all of my fond memories are from being/working there. though i've always wondered what a summer in turlock is like. most would say it's overrated, but i've never been there when people have been there, i don't have school, and i don't have to work.

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[a_sunday_drive]

i guess if youre going to work there over the summer i basically dont have a choice, now i have to work there too. thanks for making the descion for me.

thursdays i only have one class, and its supposed to be from 3 to 4. but for some reason this past thursday i decided it started at 4. so i get to class right when everyone else is leaving. i felt pretty stupid. i dont know if this has anything to do with your not going to class story, but i thought id share it here.

[andersontapes]

hey adam. i'd like to hear what you have written so far. who are you writing with. my aim is wakebrdloser so if you see me on let me know. my email is the same, but at yahoo.

[a_sunday_drive]

unfortunatly i cannot take credit for these lyrics, but i doubt anyone will know what theyre from except for me.

a hobo always goes and goes
he does not stop to change his clothes
he rides the rails that he has chose.
water pours out from a hose!

do not show me tramp or bum
tramp may ride, and bum's a chum
but both beg from the other one.
kids: stop chewing chewing gum!

neither work like hobo does
carving coin and twisting fuzz
into a pretty pair of gloves.
the past tense of "to be" is "was"!

a hobo he will never steal
unless it is to get a meal
or cash, or gems, or fur of seal.
some japanese eat broiled eel!

but saddest: those who do not ride
at all, but stand and die inside
as world spins on and throws aside
the past, and hope, and faith, and pride.
in one direction do trains glide
not looking back, on windward side
across the continents divide
the hobo rides and rides and rides.
i will eat anything thats fried!