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It always seems like there are millions of ideas flying everywhere, constantly evolving and devolving in my head, but the minute i sit down the write only the crappy ones surface. i'll start by offering you (and only you so you should feel special)(well, you should always feel special, not just when i offer you the future) the opportunity to go with me to live in a monastery. That's the plan. simple as that. spend the days gardening and painting and masturbating. leading the simple life. my friend zoya is greek orthodox and they have one in Arizona that we can get permission to go to and stay indefinitely. you were looking for the clouds to part, well, wait no longer. God is beckoning you home. I just got this DSL though. now i know why people like the internet. sure, it's all just porn, simple games and personal homepages, but when you can download it really fast it looks like a lot of stuff. so, what's good on the internet. i somewhat agree about the hopper exhibit. yeah, most of his stuff is just buildings, but i didn't even know that the exhibit was there. i treat the UFA like just another building on campus. when i have a spare half hour between going to class and scrounging to build a makeshift crack pipe, i duck in and see what's there, generally expecting nothing good. even dali's alice in wonderland exhibit (which certainly sounds like it would be somewhat surreal) turned out to be kind of flakey. whatever. it's the U. the u stands for Utah, let's not forget. little bit of work talk. they found the culprit who stole the money. got a confession. why the fuck would anyone confess? especially to something like that where they have no real proof? the point is, i myself was optimistic about the future of thievery, but now i'm second guessing myself. i'm not bad enough to crack under pressure, but i lack the experience and training to be a truly good bad guy. and murder seems to be out too, what with DNA testing and all that. i just got a flash from minority report. the guy begging tom cruise to kill him. funny stuff. So, the question still stands. What am i and what the fuck do i want. and the answer to both is still currently a resounding: i don't know! in cali, i don't remember ever hearing about Cambria, so i doubt that we went there. i did see Big Sur. My bro works in borders in Monterey, and wouldn't you guess who came in surrounded by a entourage of children... none other than michael jackson, in the pasty, bleached flesh.
Approximate Word count = 1780
Approximate Pages = 7.1
(250 words per page double spaced)
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