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Post-decompression grocery list of Doom

dylien32 — Tue, 11 Oct 2005 18:36:04 GMT

1. gallon of o.j. 2. brillo pad 3. cup of vaseline 4. 7 xanax 5. broom and dustpan 6. elbow length latex gloves 7. 637 hits of extra-strength aspirin 8. callousfile thingy 9. new guts 10. babysitter 11. attorney on retainer 12. SEX OF ALL KINDS {and SEXES}[the Good kinds] 13. ball-gag 19. teleporter 14. bananas, condoms, k-y [only because vaseline breaks down condoms] 15. ketamine 16. typwriter 17. 70's funk music 18. new socks 20.pen 21.pez dispenser shaped like a frog [that'd be dope, yeah] Wait! We''ll just ask Paul's mom hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Thanks for the geatest weekend of my life, M.

What is the point of walking so fast if you miss the view?

dylien32 — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 16:16:46 GMT

Today I found myself rushing through my dog walk. I was not . . . counting the leaves on the trees rememberng the names of the shapes of clouds [can anyone refresh me?] savoring the fact I have 2 legs and 2 arms. I guess I was forgetting to savor the moment. I encourage everyone to taste the moment and counte the leaves on trees coun the number of stars at night remember why we are really here And that is to recreate ourselves anew in the greatest vision of the grandest version we ever had about ourselves. To experience ourselves. Have a beautiful day. M.

To all who are leaving SB

dylien32 — Mon, 15 Aug 2005 15:09:22 GMT

I thought I would be the only one to get out. Instead, I see many others saving themselves too. This town is not meant for the likes of elitists like ourselves. We need to swim in an ocean, not a fish bowl. I wish everyone the best and I hope you know this will be the easiest thing you have ever done in your life. You will leave, smell the next city and be able to take in the deepest breath you never thought existed. The freedom you will find in a city too large for everyone to know your business, will be the greatest aphrodisiac ever! Different people will look the same and the ones you know will be prettier. The key to opening your eyes is to not sleep anymore. Moving out of Sb will be the most awakening sense of life you have ever had. I get a lil' nostalgic when I think about being away from Sb; it is always the "perverbial" [sam, ;}] home. But, spread your wings, grab some art[life] and create. Life is our fucking pallete and we choose, even manufacture our own colors ourselves. I am so proud of everyone. I would say ggod luck but you don't need luck when you got skills like my homies. All my love, M. In 2000, one day Scooby [old school raver] stepped in dog poo for the 5th time that day. Then Beytah goes. . . "That's why your last name is doo, man." hahaha, I will never forget that. Beytah, I wish you the best. Your genius is far too stifled in the likes of Sb. I know you are going to make something great out of yourself. I have always thought you were the einstein of music while being a lil' envious of your abilities. My envy is madly exceeded byt the immense love and pride I have for you as my friend. I know you will flourish because you already have.