| El Diablo los Demonios y la Guerra Espirtual |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
I slept from 3:10AM until 11:47AM, and I have no motivation to do anything today. I've gotten the last of my shit I need to move in to my apartment all straightened out and packed up, sure, but that's about it. I was about to ride my bike down to the park, but then I realized it's 4:45PM and it's nearly completely dark out. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
Believe it or not, I get a lot of e-mails regarding November updates. Some ask for advice, some offer tips, some just e-mail me because I am "fascinating and hunky" (their words, not mine). I figure now is as good a time as any to address some of my November mail -
Good day
I am just a girl in the world... But true love is a durable fire, in the mind ever burning, never sick, never old, and never dead, from itself never turning.
Some people have such big dreams, but all I want is to love you, to wake up beside you each morning, to feel the warmth of your hand in mine, to share each moment, good and bad, with you, to lose myself in your loving arms. Some people want so much out of life, but all I want is to share everything with you, for us to talk long into the night, to dream together, and experience all of the little things together that makes life worth living. Yes, I have a big dream after all. And I want so many things. I want to spend the rest of my life with the person I love. And I want to give him my love, and to make our home a place where you always feel warm and welcome, and for us to have a relationship in which we accept each other for who we are and always find a sweet dream in each other’s arms [Editor's note: There was a link right here that included the words "passion," "you," "sun," and "desire" in the URL that I took out]. All I want is for us to love each other with unbelievable love. And I do believe that dreams can come true.
Kiss-kiss
K. M.
Hi, "K.M.,"
I'm confused, you say that some people have big dreams, but not you. Right there, that's a little weird. I mean, yeah, it'd be nice to wake up to a pretty face and hold hands and share time and hug and stuff - totally agreeing with you on that one, but then you reiterate all of that and say you DO have a big dream, and I guess love (with me) is that big dream? Here's the thing, K.M. (also, if this is my sister, I'm going to be terribly disturbed (even more so that shitty "ooh ah ah ah ah" band) that you want to experience all of this with me), you need to be happy with yourself, man. If you're depending on me, or any other dude out there, to bring you personal happiness, well, that just won't fly. Pinpoint the shit that makes you unhappy, address it, and do your best to correct it. I understand the peer and societal and familial pressures, lady, I do, but if you're upset because you have parent issues, or that your sister's bulldozer of a vagina is wrecking someone else's relationship, or that you feel hopelessly directionless/heartbroken/lonely/whatever, or even something as trivial as the length of your labial folds, there's only so much listening I can do and advice I can offer. I'll be supportive, but it all boils down to you addressing that stuff. And I know it's hard, given how aesthetically tasty I am, but jumping into an immediately serious, heavy relationship pour moi is only going to temporary alleviate the symptoms, not cure the disease. Just take some time to yourself and get a life of your own, think about what it is you really want, take it slow, and then decide on the proper course of action. Choose a dude who makes you feel affirmed, inspired, and challenged to be a better person.
Next -
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I'm fine as is, thank you. Even if I was suffering from erectile dysfunction, I'm not sure I'd immediately resort to a drug. That's the problem these days...everyone wants a pill for what ails 'em. Making this problem stickier is that drug companies are allowed to advertise their products on TV and their representatives spend a shitload of time and money sucking up to doctors so that they'll be more likely to prescribe their product. My Mom's bestie works at a doctor's office, and the last time I chatted her up on the telly she was rapping about how pharmaceutical representatives were constantly taking her and the rest of the staff out to dinner to push their drugs. Seems pretty dishonest to me, though I wouldn't mind trying out that Vegeterranean restaurant in Akron...
And finally -
Hi,
I am Maximum Mark on the site GayRoughnecks[dot]com. I saw your picture, and I must say you look fascinating...and hunky! Stop by my profile and drop me a line, or hook up with me in the Video Chat. I'm Chatting in the Video Chat right now, and will be here for an hour or so. Looking forward to meeting some cool guys to hang with online.
Hi, Maximum Mark,
I don't know if "hunky" is the correct word to describe me, but thanks, I guess. Maybe it's the 29 days' worth of facial hair growth that does it for you. It's pretty crazy to me that there's a social networking site specifically dedicated to the gay oil rigging population. Please don't take that as an insult! I just figured that was already covered by GayIndustrialWorkers[dot]com. Ohhh, but maybe GayIndustrialWorkers[dot]com is sort of like Friendster[dot]com (or, for those not around in 2002, Myspace[dot]com), which is totally lame and obsolete, and GayRoughnecks[dot]com is like Facebook[dot]com, which is totally hip and user-friendly. I'm cool, though. Thanks for your interest, I'm really very flattered, but I'm not looking to see anyone right now. Are you on LinkedIn[dot]com? I am not, but if there's ever a time where I need an oil derrick erected, I'll contact you through that site.
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. You're beautiful. Peace!
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Sunday, No Shave November 29, 2009
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[28 Nov 2009|11:02pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
November is running out of days and, frankly, I'm getting burned out on the "Heart Attack Tournament." Maroon 5 really did say it best, I suppose. Wait...no. No, they didn't. Maroon 5 is fucking terrible.
I think I will finish writing my feeling-themed triptych -
Rage
...that I rarely get mad?
It's true, at least now, at least if you ask me. I was a super pissed off little kid. I was so angry and pissy all the time that my parents frequently threatened to, "sell me to the gypsies." I specifically remember one instance where my Dad picked up the phone and "dialed" these "gypsies" and struck a deal. I was sold for some insultingly low figure, and then he told me I was to be left in a cardboard box at the end of our driveway for pick up, sort of like a Purple Heart donation.
I think I mellowed out for a few years, then I became a teenager and I would often get really angry over the most trivial things. My parents wouldn't let some older kids that they didn't know pick me up in their car so I could hang out? Anger! My Mom wanted me to stop watching Simpsons reruns to help her put deck furniture away for the winter? Pissed! My Dad woke me up from an after-school nap so that I could eat dinner with the rest of the family? Rage! Kyle [McAwesome] (whom I've since become friends with) called my sister a slut? Fury! - I'll throw him around a bit and force him to kiss her shoe!
I always felt guilty for my overblown reactions, though, because deep down I knew I was being a total dick, no matter how much steam was pouring from my ears. I don't necessarily have a certain moment pinpointed, but I do remember one time I was in the car with my parents and my sister, and my hormone-addled brain was causing me to huff and puff over some perceived wrong or inconvenience, and my Dad said, "[Dean], the world doesn't revolve around you. You're going to have to do stuff that you don't want to do sometimes, and people are going to do things that make you angry sometimes. You can get mad about it all you want, but it won't fix the situation." Pretty hilarious advice coming from my Dad, who is notorious for his short fuse, but, nonetheless, I'd always remembered that exchange and, eventually, I started calming down.
Maybe you'd have to ask people closer to me, but I've tried to be level-headed, open-minded, and logical when I'm feeling...perturbed. Things that are out of my control I can let go, but I do express a hesitancy to lay in to people when I know I'm right, partly because yelling usually isn't effective, partly because if I get angry enough to yell, I yell, man.
I was dating this girl (read: my boss) in Korea and we'd gone out to eat with a few of our friends in Itaewon, which is where a lot of the foreigners hang out in Seoul. Girly got pretty drunk and, as we were walking on the sidewalk we passed a foreign (read: white) couple, who were speaking German, I think. She started yelling, "You're white! Speak English! What the fuck!" I grabbed her by the arm and I was all, "What the fuck is your problem?" And she was like, "I was just joking, give me a break!" And I was all angry-stare and, "We're not talking about this here, but just you fucking wait." We got into a cab shortly afterwards and she proceeded to yell at me, while I sat there in silence for the duration of the 20 minute ride back to her apartment.
When we got to her apartment, I fucking lost it. I was screaming at the top of my lungs, "HOW THE FUCK DO YOU SAY THAT TO SOMEONE?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GETTING OBNOXIOUSLY DRUNK AND TRYING TO DRAW ME IN TO A FIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A CROWDED NEIGHBORHOOD AND THEN IN A FUCKING TAXI? WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU'RE BEING A DUMB, OBNOXIOUS FUCKING ASSHOLE! WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
We were screaming at each other pretty good until she stopped and timidly said something to the effect of, "I didn't know you could get this mad... You are so good with your kids..." which really set me off on another expletive-ladened tirade, which ended with, "...AND I FUCKING SHOULD BE READING HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS RIGHT NOW! I DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO GO OUT TO DINNER BECAUSE I WANTED TO FINISH THAT BOOK AS SOON AS I POSSIBLY COULD, BUT I FUCKING KNEW IF I STAYED IN TO READ INSTEAD OF HANGING OUT YOU'D START A FIGHT! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU FUCKING DID! YOU STILL MANAGED TO START A FUCKING FIGHT AND I STILL DON'T FUCKING KNOW IF RON IS GOING TO JOIN BACK UP WITH HARRY AND HERMIONE TO DESTROY THE HORCRUXES OR IF HE GOT CAUGHT OR HE'S DEAD OR WHAT! JESUS CREEPING SHIT THIS IS THE WORST GODDAMN NIGHT OF MY LIFE!"
I flipped out on that one, man. Nobody spouts off borderline racist/anglo-superior bullshit on my watch and then fucks with me on a Harry Potter release day. Betcha thought I was gonna recap my fight with a stranger earlier this year, didn't ya? Wrong!
Smile big. You're pretty. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Saturday, No Shave November 28, 2009
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[27 Nov 2009|11:59pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY SIXTEEN )
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Friday, No Shave November 27, 2009
Do you know how numbing it is trying to figure out different/stupid faces for this?
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[26 Nov 2009|10:45pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY FIFTEEN )
Live responsibly and lovingly - I'll do my best if you do yours. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Thursday, No Shave November 26, 2009
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[25 Nov 2009|03:34pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY FOURTEEN )
Live responsibly and lovingly. Be positive and creative. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Wednesday, No Shave November 25, 2009
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[24 Nov 2009|10:44pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
I mean, I know I was screamin' sleep last night, but I still managed to stay up late and wake up early - pretty standard for me when I'm feeling stressed and/or overwhelmed. After class today and picking up license plates for my car (legitimacy!), I ate some pizza, slapped those plates onto my car, and decided to settle down for a little nap. An hour or so, you know. Nothing lengthy, just something to recharge my batteries a little bit. I even turned a TV on, figuring it'd be a restless sleep with all of the cathode rays and commotion. So, after the credits started rolling on some Animal Planet show on skunks (Aside: I want one) at 5:58PM, I closed my eyes...only to wake up at 9:30PM, having been roused by a snuggle-loving dog.
I gave my final portion of the graduate presentation today in my African American Lit. class. The other graduate students and I had been rapping about Mikhail Bakhtin (including me, there are seven graduate students in this class, with the rest of the class consisting of undergraduates - at the beginning of the semester it was a class of, like, 25, but maybe six undergraduate students show up with any consistency (which sort of makes sense, considering that the rest of the semester has only gotten weirder/suckier than the first day of the semester and she flakes out on class more often than most normal students do)) and his literary philosophies, how his literary philosophies applied to the books we'd read over the course of the semester, and, finally, how his philosophies apply to Charles Chesnutt's plantation stories and select stories from James Joyce's The Dubliners.
The first day of presentations, I rapped about heteroglossia for our summary/breakdown of Bakhtin's "Discourse in the Novel." I restated some points made by other grad. students earlier in the presentation, and wrote down (Bakhtin's) characteristics of novels and poetry:
Poetry
-Follows a traditional voice/traditional stylistics
-One form/univocal
-Poetic language is "lovely" - an understanding of beauty, style, and lyricism; the perfect words in the perfect order
Novel
-Nontraditional (more voices/perspectives)
-Multiform/multivocal
-Multilingual - the language is "real"
To give it a more modern/humorous frame of reference, but I told the class to think about poetry in the terms of the shows "Gilmore Girls" and "Dawson's Creek" or any Kevin Smith movie, and to think of the novel as "The Real World" and "The Simple Life" (with everyone's favorite socialites, Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie) or the movie Superbad. The former group is characterized by impossibly articulate dialogue that is a completely unrealistic portrayal of common conversation, as well as totally sappy teenage to early/mid-20's drama. The latter group features generally unscripted, "real," base, and crass language that is more indicative of every day conversation. I made some jokes about Pacey winning over Joey and the oddly open relationship between Lorelai and Rory and even worked in a Pink Floyd - "Dark Side of the Moon" joke. A lot of blank stares, a few smirks, some laughter from the other graduate students in a "I can't believe you just compared Bakhtinian philosophy to James Van Der Beek" sort of way.
Today during my presentation, while reading excerpts from Chesnutt's story, "Dave's Neckliss," I said the word "nigger" more than I have in my entire life. I can't stand that word, but given the context it was necessary. At one point, my professor said something about how e.e. cummings never capitalized his name. I then proceeded to say, "Yeah, and a more modern example of an artist foregoing proper capitalization is k.d. lang. And lemme tell you a thang, k.d. lang AIN'T no e.e. cummings." Again, lots of blank stares and a few laughs, until this girl breaks the silence with, "Your pop culture references are amazing. Honestly, how does your brain make these connections because, really, it totally makes sense but I would never think about it in that way."
I started laughing along with everyone else in the class, then launched into a tangent that went a little like, "As much as I can't stand pop culture, I find myself completely immersed in it and often seeking it out. Do you know the 'OMG' section on the Yahoo home page? 'OMG' being an 'internet/text'-speak for 'Oh, My God!', where they talk about how Kristen Stewart's dress was a 'hot mess' at the New Moon red carpet premier and gossip about the relationship status between her and Robert Pattinson and all sorts of nonsense like that. I read that. Why? I don't know, it infuriates me, but the media and our culture/tween girls are telling me that Robert Pattinson is a tasty dude and I need to find out what all the hype is about. By the way, did you see Kristen in her dress? Looking like a megababe herself, but I digress. Man, have I digressed..."
Everyone started laughing at the inane bullshit I had just thrown up, including my professor, who in between fits of laughter said, "You know it took a long while, but popular culture is now recognized as an important field of study! Have you ever considered a PhD in pop culture?"
"No, Professor, I hadn't. I mean, I should probably get through this graduate program first. One step at a time," I says.
We somehow got back on topic. We smoked the rest of the presentation. Now I'm done presenting for African American Lit. and, after tomorrow's Critical Theory class, I'll be done presenting for the entire semester. Boo ya. All ya. Smoke a dick. Good night.
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Tuesday, No Shave November 24, 2009
P.S. Wasn't there something I was supposed to do today? Hmm...
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[23 Nov 2009|10:07pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY THIRTEEN )
Take care of one another. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Monday, No Shave November 23, 2009
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| Betray me, bastard? |
[22 Nov 2009|02:11pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY TWELVE )
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. Smile big. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Sunday, No Shave November 22, 2009
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| It's a well known fact that squids are crazy for mustaches. |
[20 Nov 2009|11:38pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY TEN )
I read a photoblog run by a few kids that went to high school with my older brothers. I thought these particular pictures were beautiful -
Window Silliness
The Zahir
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Friday, No Shave November 20, 2009
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[19 Nov 2009|11:21pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
Up since 7:30AM. Worked on a presentation. Went to class. Gave presentation. Moved shit all afternoon/evening. But, but, but, but, but (this is key, you see, because of the emboldened, italicized font) it was all worth it for the Dewey's pizza I ate tonight. Thanks go out to Lee and, especially, Rachel.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY NINE )
He may be a little crazy, but Dave Salmoni is a stone cold bad ass.
Live responsibly and lovingly and stay positive and be creative - I'll do my best if you do yours. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Thursday, No Shave November 19, 2009
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[18 Nov 2009|10:39pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY EIGHT )
Live responsibly and lovingly. This world ain't nothing more than what we make of it, so make something of it. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Wednesday, No Shave November 18, 2009
Sometimes I get sad that my neckbeard comes in so much fuller than my facebeard.
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[17 Nov 2009|10:43pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
Swamped! Swamped with shit to do, man. The worst part is that I'm paying rent for a place that I haven't even had the time to move into yet because I'm so swampy. Additionally, I don't think I showered Sunday, I definitely didn't shower yesterday, and I have yet to shower today. Swamped! And swampy-smelling arm pits and boy parts and ass. Blech.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY SEVEN )
Also: The large hadron collider (LHC), designed to recreate the Big Bang Theory, keeps breaking because the "God" particle it created is theoretically so abhorrent to nature it is going back in time to destroy itself. Plausible? I don't know. Awesome to think about? Yes!
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. Stay positive. Be creative. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Tuesday, No Shave November 17, 2009
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[16 Nov 2009|08:57pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
My computer is sort of conspiring against me with this update. I left it on overnight the other day, and when I went to use it in the morning it had the S-L-O-W-S. Not just my web browser or any other applications either. Clicking on any icons or trying to shut down what I thought were programs slowing down the computer were just making it operate at a snail's pace. It's a Mac, so it's not even like it's bogged down by spyware and adware contracted from all of the pornography I watch. Anyone have any insight?
Also, this one goes out to Beautiful Stephen and I-don't-think-I've-ever-given-you-a-nickname-besides-lame-ones-like-"Z"-or-"Z-Diggs"-or-"Kruski"-(said-in-an-old-Jewish-woman's-voice)-or-Kruiser-when-we-were-in-8th-grade Zak, who'd rather send me text messages via my phone with demands that I update the Heart Attack Tournament rather than leave me, I don't know, a fucking comment on this thing so that I think someone is actually concerned about my love life. This is my heart we're dealing with, assholes. Whoever wins this tournament, man...I don't even want to know what my life would be like without her (or it, if a book or a record should win). Show a little respect.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY SEVEN )
Smile big. Laugh hard. Yer pretty. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Monday, No Shave November 16, 2009
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[15 Nov 2009|02:16pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
My Nana turns 92 tomorrow, so we're taking her out for dinner tonight. (Note to Kirs and B - Nana turns 92 tomorrow. You should probably call her.)
( HEART ATTACK - DAY SIX )
Don't ever let anyone tell you who you can or cannot love. Yer beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Sunday, No Shave November 15, 2009
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[14 Nov 2009|10:31pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
Do you ever feel hopelessly behind in school and work and just life in general? Like, no matter how many hours you put in or how hard you work, you just can't make a big enough dent to feel productive? That's me right now. Complicating matters is the fact that I ate a whole bunch of Dewey's Pizza this afternoon, contracted the itis, then passed out for two hours. Complicating matters further still is that I'm updating this stupid thing instead of, you know, writing a paper for a class I paid a lot of money to take or doing work that pays me money. A lesson in priorities, I suppose. Don't follow my lead.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY FIVE )
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. Stay positive. Be creative. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Saturday, No Shave November 14, 2009
P.S. I picked up the latest Teenage Bottlerocket album on Thursday. If you're into pop-punk in the vein of Screeching Weasel, The Lillingtons, The Groovie Ghoulies, or any other band heavily influenced by The Ramones, you might dig. Don't be a pussy, there's no need to cry! Shut up! Get rad! It's time to skate or die!
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[13 Nov 2009|11:55pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
Happy Friday the Thirteenth! Friday the Thirteenths are s'posed to be mo' bad luck. So are full moons. That blows my mind because, I mean, if you really want to see a turn for the worse in your luck on a Friday the Thirteenth or when the moon is full, you will. If some ill shit goes down and it isn't a Friday the Thirteenth or the moon isn't full, you don't make a connection. Remember, folks, correlation does not equal causation. Unless it's a Friday the Thirteenth and a 'significant amount' of water has been discovered on the moon. Then we're all fucked. Good thing that'll never happen. Moving on -
( HEART ATTACK - DAY FOUR )
Live responsibly and lovingly - I'll do my best if you do yours. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Friday, No Shave November 13, 2009
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| I'm all about your retinas. |
[12 Nov 2009|11:36pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
( HEART ATTACK - DAY THREE )
Live responsibly and lovingly - I'll do my best if you do yours. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Thursday, No Shave November 12, 2009
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| I was just going to have some dry food. |
[11 Nov 2009|09:01pm] |
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Hey all, it's been awhile since I rapped at ya, but I been real busy.
11/11, eh? I've been making wishes all fucking day, but nobody comes here to read about my wishes. Nobody reads this anyway, really, but the, like, three people that do came here for -
( HEART ATTACK - DAY TWO )
Treat others how you'd like to be treated. You're beautiful. Peace.
Yours, etc.,
<3dane
xoxo
Wednesday, No Shave November 11, 2009
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