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(no subject) [Sep. 29th, 2007|11:59 pm]
I will eat your Children
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Eat Me [Sep. 23rd, 2007|08:42 am]
I'm about to go take a bike ride to buy some coffee from a locale coffee shop. Savannah's good for that. Good for charging me up the ass for it as well. What does that mean? Charging someone up the ass. I don't know. I don't think I'll use it anymore.

Then I'll bring it back to "Home" where I'll drink it and do my drawing homework. Des will walk around doing her thing. I'll talk to her some. Occasionally I'll be amazed by my progress on my work. I suppose if I finish it time I can post it or something. Photobucket, right?

Rationally viewed is say wow! I've got a pretty sweet life going for me. You know, it's good to take a step away from yourself and see how "self" is doing. You're a good Bobby, yes you are. Yes you are a good Bobby, yes.

Thank you Livejournal for being here to help me look at myself. Is that a mole?
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Harry Potter [Jul. 24th, 2007|02:19 am]
Everyone I know loves Harry Potter. Seriously. It's good stuff but is there an end to it all? Apparently yes. Hackers have read it and know the ending before the book even releases. So anyways, rock on to Harry Potter. Thank you all for being friends that love that shit!
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Today I [Jun. 8th, 2007|10:43 am]
I'm in a very massive bind. Does anyone on here know how to get out of situations. I mean, to really help me along and really assure me that "I" can catch the fish on my own. I withdrew from a class last quarter. It worked out farely well. My grades turned out great, but I ran into a problem. Now I owe 580 dollars for the portion of the scholarship that went toward that class. I don't have that much money. I don't know how to get that much money. It's due today, but I'm sure I can get that date bumped forward.

So that's 580 dollars. But I also owe 80 on my credit card, 50 for what I was short on for rent, 55 for the cable installation that I accidently agreed upon. I have nothing to pay this with. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I don't mind working. I would love to work it off, but I don't have a car. Maybe I can move in with a friend and work some under the counter work. That's the only thing I'd be able to do fast enough. My credit is terrible because of the massive car crash I was in a few years ago. If my credit were better I would take out a loan and pay it off while I was in Daytona. I'm going there next month to work for two months straight. That'll be plenty of money, but I don't have the money now. I don't know what to do. If only I could munipulate time or something.

Is there a solution to this? Perhaps a collective solution to this? I'm great for paying people back. In fact, I'm already lined up for getting the cash. HELP? Please?
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Computer me this [Jun. 8th, 2007|10:36 am]
I built a spaceship out of clay. The insides were clay. The outside was clay. It was seemingly seamless and seemingly useless. It sits on the front lawn pretending to be important. When visitors come by they comment on its magnificant scale, but alas it does not fly. It is imitation. It is fake.

Somehow it serves a purpose. My purpose. Designed to perform for my will. Except that it sucks. It's a stupid hunk of clay. Perhaps, if I were a more sociable man, the desire for a true space shape could have become something more real. I could have collectively built. Collectively designed. Then there would be no hunk of clay in my front yard.

Now it sits out there like an idol. A symbol of my own desires and my own abilities. A visual discription of stubborn nature of man. However, I don't see much of another way. I lack this ability to communicate. We all speak our own social languages. I am comfortable with only a handful of you because I can't handle the stress of learning so many social languages.

Clay is the symbol of this world's social inepts.
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Boy [May. 10th, 2007|02:34 pm]
I'm not going to fret. i'll sit here. There is plenty of water and certainly plenty of sun.
The boy dips a black pot into the mucky, diseased water and sets the pot down beside another smaller pot.
He looks up with a sigh. People are drearing about. Scavaging for something that might prolong or settle some of the agony caused by stomachs digesting themselves.
Disatisfied with what he sees he looks back to his pots. He places the smaller pot inside the larger pot. Some water displaces but it does not run over. He reaches into his tattered pocket and pulls out a large crumpled translucent scrap of plastic. He pulls and tugs it flat and wraps it around the two pots pinning the plastic in place by the weight of the pots. He gazes up at the blazing sun and squints.
This will work. This is how it works.
He places the pots on a hot spot. On a spot where the sun freely blasts on the baron ground. He searches the plastic for awhile, gazing over it... occassionally scanning it as if waiting for some miraculous spectacle. Miraculous spectacle sure enough! He smiles as the plastic begins to sag in toward the center pot. He sees a bead of water roll down to the sag and under its own weight, falls into the center pot with a "ding."
Some time later, after the pot has filled he removes the plastic and lifts the center pot to his lips. The water is fresh. A scavenger looks at the boy is if the boy were mad. Any surviving scavengers know the water around these spots are poison. The scavenger shrugs a shrug of remorse for the boy and continues away with scavaging.
The boy lifts the pot to his side. Then he grabs the plastic and shoves it back in his pocket. He walks, balancing the water in the pot. He is heading toward an allyway. In the allyway is a small house like shed, unpainted and rough. He pulls the door open with his foot and carefully makes his way up to the second floor. The wooden stairs creek. He is extra careful with the water. He opens the door to the second floor with his foot as he had with the bottom floor. Inside this room it is dark. The extreme light of the outside only finds its way in through small cracks in the walls. As his eyes adjust he is satisfied to find all exactly as he had left it. Pots like the one he is holding are all over this room. The air is moist here and we can see that it is because of these pots. Earch is placed under the spots where the sun shines in. He walks toward the back wall. With his free hand he reaches toward a trough like bin. He digs his hands into dirt and lets it fall between his fingers. Then he reaches into his shirt pocket and places something small from his pocket into the dirt. Is it a garden? There is nothing green here but it is like a garden. He slowly sprinkles the contents of the pot over the dirt. His eyes now fully adjusted to the dark he turns to see his room. Lining the walls are rows of troughs with the greens of vines growing over the sides. We see glimmers of red and yellow hidden within all the green. He walks towards a red and plucks what we discover to be a tomato. He bites into it and it runs down the side of his mouth. However, only a little. He is careful.

This is for now.
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This is my brain speaking [Apr. 10th, 2007|01:01 pm]
I've been feeling strange lately. Pressured. Like pressure on me. Like it's that time of year for sinuses or sicknesses. Today however is a little different. I've been feeling better. Less pressure. He gave me some coffee, which I haven't had since the pressure began. (I thought that was for the best). Well, as it would go I have grown. The blood is rushing through me and my processing is way above par. I'm amazing again.. but the pressure came back with a vengenance. Whatever, I don't care so long as my superior processing remains. It's like working out, right? The sickness brings pressure which brings conditioning which makes way for more brain movement and processing so in the end of this whole experience I'll walk away a much more proficient and experienced brain. Thank you Bobby Body. For being o-so-good to me.
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Yawn and Sneeze [Apr. 8th, 2007|07:12 pm]
I don't know how much more I can take of this.  I'm coughing and sneezing and my head is all full of Goo.  Sometimes it comes out and makes a mess.  School is tommorow and I will this to be gone.  Will it be gone?  If it doesn't go away is it my fault?  Oh boy oh boy Tommorow will be an amazingly interesting day.  Stated today.  Wrapped and presented tommorow.  Have a wonderful life you all, and remember.. clean up your mess!
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Sufjan Stevens [Mar. 29th, 2007|10:33 pm]
Sufjan Stevens
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One I like [Dec. 5th, 2006|06:01 pm]

Naturally Smart

You're a naturally smart person. Your intelligence comes to you naturally, rather than from instruction - and you are better with applied or more real-world things... which comes in handy, here in the real world.

20% applied intelligence
43 & 1/3% natural intelligence

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com
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