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i moved in with dennis, the number is 12317442199. i drove casey's jeep all over hell, including to alycia's house, she was here for three days, and now she's gone, so everything seems sad and static, but i'm still happy. dennis collapsed in a fit of exhaustion. alycia and i had a romantic adventure too complicated, saucy and sordid to explain with ( Read more... )

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i stumble into a vast field with an unending horizon of brown grass bent like the earth lost it's closest friend. i saw a tan sky in person, and it made me feel very strange. i can see them clawing behind spotless glass, but i'm about to lie down in this field and let it turn me faded brown just like everything else.

every word you said was like the warmest rain during the prettiest dusk.

dear everyone:

mike jones is not
fucking funny, shut up please.

tonight after the very spectacular fireworks me, rob and jordan grabbed our amps and equipment and decided to walk to jordan's house to write some new material in his garage. on the way we walked through the taco bell drive through and got food, proceeded to sit in the parking lot and eat it, a van full of kids were driving by in the drive through ( Read more... )

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p.s.

inhibit somatics: it's ur life, u gotta do whats good for u, your a good person you're their there over

today in kalamazoo me and rob and sock went to a museum and played checkers on an ancient board. upon jumping my first piece, rob proclaims "checkersmate".