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| Oh my....the floor's defibrillator alarm is going off this very moment...hmmmm.....
Anyway, today, if it continues to progress in the manner that is has been progressing for the past 14 hours, will prove to be a day devoid of any significant, or ...well, even insignificant occurrences, activity, events...a day devoid of anything cerebral or of interest...this shall be a day of perpetual boredom. How incredible that lack of action can be an action in itself as it occurs, as it persists and continues. Ah, the intrigue!
Albeit, I suppose I could initiate some sort of action....I could write a paper, I could take a walk, I could read....but why impede the day of utter and absolute boredom? Such a day as this shall be memorable for all experiencing it...we shall recall with both fervent antipathy and liberating relief this day that we endured with contempt and hopeless heavy hearts yet presently know that we will never allow ourselves to suffer its pangs again!
Day, I dub thee, "MayDay 13: day of infinite oblivion"
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| Wargh.
I am quite bored. Only 2 finals this week...two easy finals that is.
Hmm...what to do, what to do?
I know!! Post silly xanga writings that are nonsensical and basically shit, so that others can read them and regret wasting 2 minutes of their lives!
Yes, I opt for that. That sounds fun.
Perhaps I will go shower or something.
wow this was a beneficial post...I hope I changed some lives with this one !
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| hey yall
im chillin w/ aaron and no capitalization.
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| My Dearest Darlingest Dean-sicle,
Remember when our town lost electricity in winter's prime for
two weeks? You, Alex and I lived in front of your makeshift
fireplace and tattooed one another while feasting upon exquisitely
pressed and roasted coffee and organic rice cakes. Wet
socks.....dry hands....we lay like sardines on the floor of the 40
degree room...
Remember New York last year? Ron's apartment....trying
to make time at that little sushi joint on West 53rd....standing during
the Phantom of the Opera and then sharing an orgasm at the sound of the
Phantom's vibrato....that piercingly steady tone made us wet!
hehe
Remember Chicago? Strange
Cargo was so amazing! Remember that crumbiest of crumby motels we
actually stayed in???? We were so frightened!!! Those large
rugged men whom we had earlier watched as they struck some deal in a
white chevelle were right outside our door!!! I think we
huddled close all night with our eyes wide open!
Remember when we went to see RENT? What a wild night!
Speaking of, remember that crazy party where we traded clothes, made out together with another girl, and danced all night???
Remember Charlie Brown behind
the curtains before each show? You always bit my shoulders just
to ease our nerves hahahahha....and Archie and I filming Archie's I-IX?
hahaha we had so much fun.
Remember Jan's in Germany??
Felix? How we would listen to Rufus and arbitrary music for
hours on the S-bahn? Moulin Rouge!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How we cried together for our last day in Prague...the sweet pungent aroma of urine in the youth hostile? The dirty linen? Cooking at Frau Rhode's.....
When you took me out to eat and couldn't pay! hahahahahaha
How about the time we didn't go to the Abbey? hehehehehh ;)
Remember ihop in the middle of the night?
I really love you so much, Dean. I miss you. I can't wait to see you next week.
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| To hand-crafted beers made in German breweries
To yo-ga, to yo-gurt, to rice and beans and chees
To leather, to dildos, to Curry Vindaloo
To Huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion
Creation, Vacation, Mucho masturbation!
Compassion, to passion............when it's new
To Sontag, to Sondheim, to anything taboo!
Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage
Lenny Bruce! Langston Hughes! To The Stage!!!!!
To Uta, to Buddha, Pablo Neruda too!
Bi-sex-u-als, Tri-sexuals, Homo-sapiens, carcinogens, hallucinogens - -Men,
Pee Wee Herman!
To German Wine, Turpentine, Gertrude Stein
Antonioni Bertolucci Kurosawa -
Camina - - -Burana
To apathy to entropy to empathy, ecs - ta - sy!
Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame never playing the fame game.
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