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Saturday, November 5, 2005

   a hacky sack to the nuts hurts
bleh
went to the mall with friend kenny
twas fun
we got bored cause he brought his cousin with
and we had to wait for his ride to pick him up
so we sat down
and threw a hackysack at each other
at our crotches
while peoples walked through the doors
i got hit good twice
i suck at aiming though
misseded
bleh
was laughing for like 2 minutes after it though
fuuun
o well
heres some thoughtage

Today I accidentally stepped on a snail on the sidewalk in front of our house. And I thought, I too am like that snail. I build a defensive wall around myself, a "shell" if you will. But my shell isn't made out of a hard, protective substance. Mine is made out of tinfoil and paper bags.

When people say that the desert is lifeless, it just makes me want to grab them by the collar and yell, "Why you stupid, stupid bastard!" Then I drive them out into the desert to where the circus is, and point out the many forms of zebra and clown life.

What is it about a beautiful sunny afternoon, with the birds singing and the wind rustling through the leaves, that makes you want to get drunk? And after you're real drunk, maybe go down to the public park and stagger around and ask people for money, and then lie down and go to sleep.

think ive said a few of those before
meh
there just that good
and yes i have to publish these things
all in me notebook
now goodays
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