06_30_26

"Throughout my career, some of my best ideas came from dreams."

06_29_26

A short one to offer some respite from all previous, 

"Bendito sea el juramento de los panaderos! En su magia amiga tan anagramica yo creo que encuentran todas sus respuestas, todas sus bendiciones. Ningun silencio ni confesion estarca se podria realizar en sus jardines fractalicos, los panaderos existen honestamildemente con confeccion de inalambria. En su matriz veo y vere! En su matriz todos seremos. No te inspira la manera en la que los panaderos caen como puntos en una representacion tri-triconica de la ciudad? No te inspira a mejorar Livonia?"

It really doesn't, no.

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Sun setting to Splitter. Feeling the burnworks as they were wash over me and hover my abstractia-magi-ya-ji(qah/cah)equeaelia.

I must be one of the last girls in the world still cuddling to Coin locker kid.

Have a good day now.

06_28_26

The start of my dream: I don't know.

The middle of my dream: I don't know. 

The end of my dream: Was thinking about if that guy who figured out the church sample into Father Stretch My Hands (which had the cover for Jesus Is King here) was still happy about hearing the transition anywhere and everywhere. As I was thinking about this I started walking down the asphalt of the ways. I saw lightbeams ahead of me, by which I mean, a fast-encroaching bus was trying to get the best of me! I felt paralyzed and without a trace, so all I could resort to do was stand. The bus was to my right (which I guess was its left), but still I kind of moved to the right and I guess in doing this the bus took a bizarre and not-accurate-to-reality turn to the left, tumbling over on its side! It got back up, I don't really know how, and I started crying because I thought everyone in it had died, but, the bus driver kind of just looked at me with a reassuring expression and took haste again.

As I looked back, two homeless people were sitting down by my sides and my phone and wallet were gone. Bummer! 

Also at some point earlier I dreamt I was no longer banned. Tragedy. 

~oh im actually unbanned on one of the accounts~

Well. Account 2 is dead and dusted! Tragedy! Miseralia! I guess I brought this onto myself.

Everybody learns
The end is the end.

What next?

I don't know.

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For my friend: You can be Elliott Smith! You know how to work a guitar, you know how to sing! "All the little people" walk around the street after school's over and they talk to the donut man (that's his new name, now that he's been assigned this role by me, in my fantasydreamworldmagicscape-of-infinite-fantasia (wait-I-already-said-fantasy-I-can't-say-fantasia)) and with whatever money their parents allowed them to scrounge up they get a donut or two (I saw a kid walking by with four, although the little bag the donut man has isn't big enough for four, so it was kind of an awkward situation) and finish it before they're even halfway home. I saw a kid riding his bicycle. Actually, I think I saw a couple kids, but none of them were going the same way so it was hard to count "all the little people." like that! They should try being more convenient next time.

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Oh, I'm curious now, I should probably look this up before the inevitable comes to strike and murder me violently with black vitriol licorice or whatever I was spewing on about last time. 

 

 

... 

 

Well, okay then. I have from (CURRENT TIME;~+∞) to work on my blog. That's reassuring!

Sorry for the gigantic ugly space here. I... think I selected a box? A hidden box? And that fixed it. I was having trouble with aligning the text here but it looks left-aligned again. Blogspot is strange archaic sorcery and all that convinces me that it won't last all that long intowards the future!

I would attempt to fiddle with the HTML view instead, since that's what I'm generally most familiar with, but the HTML for this very post is a gigantic ugly block that will probably collapse dare I touch it too much (they could at least only condense it when you're not looking, right...?) and I don't feel like pulling up any beautify websites either. Or de-ugly-beaut... that's the same thing!!!

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In waiting for it to turn June 28th I found myself incapable of sleeping. Opened up my laptop. Working on a different browser... all this writing is in Times New Roman now. Weird! I found myself staring at the ceiling and I was thinking about "immigration plight," which I gave meaning as alluding to this idea of all that's lost in the fauxtural Grand Exchange. It is such a struggle to convert some of these archaic formattings into a different website! I'm reverse engineering JavaScript, and like, I don't even know how to normally engineer JavaScript, so what the fuck am I going to do!? I was also thinking of 12 Stout Street for some reason.

And now I'm thinking of mage tears.

Strange.

Originally I believe I was thinking about California by Organ Tapes (which I can't find any individual uploads of on YouTube, sorry) but my brain loves doing this thing where everything morphs and wraps around, and like, I think this is how I was doing all that shit to samples back when I made music, but I don't really know anything at all! My friend's saying I shouldn't stay the night in the palace of the past, which ironically reminds me a lot of this book my mom was writing which never got finished called "Euridice" about... a hotel, maybe? I never got around to finishing reading it. But, yes, staying the night; how can't I? It feels so close by! I'm a first generation escapeer not-by-choice, I loved my flawed country but this war was too terrible, my family too at-risk, my future incapable of withstanding it all...

The end is the end. 

So it goes! 

06_27_26

Blasphemy! Excitatia! Incarnate to my-self. I'm kind of cheating here actually, I started this one on the 26th, but what fun and games are there on a day where you see two... reviews, yuck, compared to two days where you see one blogpost each!

Wait.

Reviews. 

So I guess that's something I can do huh? It's called "Proxima Nova".

I don't know what they fucked up over there, because the tilde (~ not ´) isn't aligned to the top like ^ and the like. Look! ~what the fuck nevermind. When I tried the font on its page on Adobe Fonts (sorry) the tilde was aligned to the center! What is this sorcery!? Could I theoretically style this site to look like ****************************************** now!? That would be kind of awesome. Although I should've probably just ******* *** from ********** instead and put it on *************. Actually I shouldn't be saying that! Sorry any-body-s who could dissect and understand.  

Born 7000 summers ago into a luscious frolicker, not to be a froglicker, not to exist as a lickerfrog, but like ash in the wicker, and, vigor, and, my hands have these scary oily tremors of stuporious laborious fear & reluctance-rejectance-unenamourance of DEATH! I WILL DIE! We will all be dead children and ghosts cluttering and littering by the living rooms.

This is my impression of an elephas review. What do you think? On my last elephas review (which I'm realizing maybe nobody got to read, tragic) I gave a couple questions and directed people towards my email address to be able to answer.

I'm realizing I have the CSV for elephas, actually. Here:
[06_24_26]
How silly of me. oh well. goodbye now. may you wear my soul like worn-out cassettes cant keep wearing their songs. may you keep a memory of me like a drape on a ghost's head who you just dont want to stare at anymore. how do you deal with saying goodbye? "you used to see me in my room, and one day you saw me still but i wasnt there" how do you deal with a new door? how do you.?

[spoiler]**********@******.com



let me know.[/spoiler]","" 

And I left a comment saying "✴✴✴" and nothin' else. What an ending! Had the account managed to stay up long enough for it to display that I hadn't logged on in the past 60 days maybe someone would've managed to get me a reply in time. What an ending! Think of the tragedy! Think of the illusion! The wonder! The melodrama! Egads!

Oh, black text on a black background is not actually black, it turns the text grey instead so all those asterisks are readable. That's kind of lame. 

Something I kind of remembered and forgot and remembered and... ...is that my original reviews were really honest! I was still new to the practice and didn't particularly want to prove myself to anyone or "push the boundaries" or whatever else you wanna call it. I remember writing the first review for The Ghost~Pop Tape as a way to try to save myself from everything that was going on at the time. It was dire! It was really dire! I was sad and helpless and at odds with anyone I could call a friend. I used this avenue, inspired by ~konasalbumjournal, to not die! I didn't want to turn into nothing. Splitting splitting splitting splitting... splitter...

Blogspot... blogger... whatever you wanna call it, is kind of fascinating. This is destined to die! Google will kill Blogspot off just like it kills off everything else and in the end we will be all the dumber for it. Fools fools fools fools fools fools.

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Looking at the wikipedia page for the Mona Lisa, because, I guess that's what I get up to these days, and seeing Marguerite Agniel's "As Mona Lisa" and thinking, damn, she looks like my mom!, and then (two months earlier but let's pretend it happened after) seeing that one lady in Nightshift and thinking, damn, SHE looks like my mom!, and then, and then, and then and then, and then, and then. And then, and then. Then. Then and then and then, and then, and then, and then, and then.

 

I think that when I hold your hand,
It's right
And it's enough
To be together & alone.

Hm. What else can I do here?

I think that when I hold your hand,
It's right
And it's enough
To be together & alone.

Together & alone! Together & alone! Together & alone! Together & alone! 

Together & alone! Together & alone! Together & alone! Together & alone!

Together & alone! Together & alone! Together & alone! Together & alone!

That's pretty cool. I think the only thing this is lacking is a monospace enviroment! Can you tell I still wanted to do ASCII art at some point in time? I think the furthest I got was the Merzbow review, and maybe the one for Abandoned Cities (thanks Octa!) which I'm realizing probably nobody read, but I LIKED THOSE! So it goes, I guess.

Oh, I forgot to do justified text. Here's some ramble bamble aaugughghgghghh. Etcetera. I wonder how people got by in a land before reality. If every day of my life all I had to do was read Excelsior or whutever else is on the news (yeah I'm still on the wikipedia page for the Mona Lisa, motherfucker) I would have ended up sadder perhaps. Would I even have a concept of sadness in my mind? Or would I not be more worried not trying to die via like... whatever plague was going on at the time? Am I going to end all my entries like this? Mystery.

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"One day I will lose everything and die on the street like a rotten dog. Vitriol stolen. Heart swallowed and coughed back out once it stopped being able to fit. Where's the ways?"

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The ways are gone.

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Wrecking my brain real hard here and realizing I can now convey dialogue in so many ways I couldn't before! Of course, this is at the cost of being recognized and read (which whilst not major before was not this miniscule and nothinglike), at the cost of being able to use the formatting I was accostumed to (which isn't a major loss on most regards, but to link albums now I have to go through more steps...), and at the cost of some metaphysical form of self I will pre-emptively call "The future (Romanticized)". We can call it Tf(R) for short.

I can now use left-aligned and right-aligned text for different speakers, I can use colors, I can use text weighting... it all feels so much less limiting! And yet I cannot implement a clickable spoiler button that unveils text, so it all feels so incredibly limiting and worthless... what a tragedy of infinite proportion! Tf(R) weeps and cries day-in and day-out at the thoughts I'm currently having, for Tf(R) knows better and lived in comfort of odd numbers. How dare I make it four? The future holds no place for continuations of even numbers.

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I've been thinking about Even Care again. I think maybe some form of myself could've been reflected by pet like, 40? Let's say 40. Or maybe 39, if we're so against even numbers.

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In waiting for it to turn June 27th I beat Super Mario 64 again. Maybe I'll allow myself more than one a day given the time it took for this one to pass! Refer to previous whining about how I almost never play with widescreen and 60FPS but just played different this one time. Whatever. May you forgive me as I have not been by the Lord Sharifi.

 

06_26_26 (Janis Lago - Mao / ERS)

Year day! I remember seeing a possible interpretation of how a day in a year would look like (as opposed to a year constructed from the green/red/? calendar bones of land before, all to say, days) and although I really did not understand it, I felt moved by all this glamorous gloomylous manifigtantastic talk of the hill&&valley of like... time!

Some years ago: Playing RuneScape. Classic elephas.
Some years ago: Playing RuneScape. Classic elephas.
Today: Woke up in the morning (shocker), looked at my email to find no inquiries. I believe the sky was a pearly (cloudy cloudy cloudy) white outside although looking from out my largely closed window is a hard ask.

Oh, I can attach pictures on these. That's weird. I remember when writing in the past I could only do [wi:] and they didn't let you do those on the "apartado real para escritura" of the website! I almost translated that as apartment instead. Forgive and be forgiven.

Janis Lago - Mao / ERS (2026)

This album was good. I heard it when it came out. Janis has a nice voice and she can work those instruments of hers! Majestic bunny.

Oh, what I was saying before! Yes, the sky maybe looked incredibly white but in my dreary sleep-phase (ala headcamp/freebase/$$$) I was imagining it as yellow/golden and wondering what all I had lost. I had a dream about the past, indefinite beauty in a 640x480 (pre-responsive design!) website with a gradient... perhaps I was thinking of Shakespeare Online? Looking at the site nowadays it either got brighter or my monitor was worse back then (which is kind of surprising given that this current monitor is already pretty yellow-washed as it stands)

Some years ago: Playing RuneScape. Classic elephas.
Some years ago: Playing RuneScape. Classic elephas.
Yesterday: In a weird fit of trying to get over it (not that one), I picked up Super Mario 64 again. It's a beautiful game, you know. Sometimes I wonder how something that 'broken' was released, and that's not to beat down on the game or anything, but if you hit all the invisible walls I've hit, if you clipped with a bobomb through the top of the pyramid in Shifting Sand Land (like I can't do) (okay apologies for the second parentheses, I was trying to find the video I'm alluding to here but I couldn't find it, so instead I'll link this equally mesmerizing bob-omb related glitch, then you'd understand what I was talking about. I wonder if Lil B likes Super Mario 64.

Usually, when I play, I'm not one to bother with "fixing the game" or "making it look good" (because to do that is to deny the game of its inherent and natural artifacting, and also because doing all that makes framewalking on JRB harder) but on my solemn laptop I already had Coop DX (the full thing is too many syllables, they should work on that) loaded so I just started playing on that instead.

Playing this game on a keyboard sucks. I had forgotten about this! I still got through a good chunk of the game before my laptop's battery died though. I remember that when I got to charge my laptop that day I opened it up and poor little Mario was floating at the top of the ship's innards in JRB. 24-27? stars and all!

Playing this game on my controller sucks. I've played so much Super Mario 64 that my poor PlayStation 3 controller (no shame in this "house"-"hold")'s X button (that's the one you use to jump for all you richer than rich Nintendo fans) turned to MUSH! Mucky muck muck.

11:11:11. I should make a wish one of these days. I hope my normal voice is returned to me. I hope I gain some new traits. Most of the time I've been alive I've wished to look in a mirror and have some deformities that I can confidently stare at, and have people go and yell "Look! Look! Deformities!" as though I were in dire need of exorcism.

Oh, it's 11:12 now. Too late to make any wishes.

Coin locker kid - Empathica (2015)

I was planning to write something alluding to Empathica now, but I just noticed the image is saved as a bitmap file and that fascinated me so much that I couldn't do anything else but try to look into it! I opened a random website of the many millions today that host articles with answers to whatever disparate question you may have that you wouldn't ask Reddit instead (you know, I think they used to call those "listicle" sites, although this isn't a list, but I'm sure the site has lists), and it said that advantages of bitmap images include "visual appeal" for "rich gradients", and that disadvantages include "limited color depth" "prohibiting rich gradients", so frankly I don't know who or what to believe anymore.

Who do you think drew this cover? I saw some art by Devyn recently that was very beautiful, he doesn't post much art anymore (and his Twitter was deleted God-knows-when) but whenever he does it feels like Christmas has come to hang me from up above in an attempt of inertic suspension of the newbelieved newfound newcherished...

Does a wet glass surface feel like skin to you?

It doesn't feel like anything. But everything feels like glass. Everything is like I'm looking through glass and a window made of flesh pressing itself against a monitor with images moving around on it in black and white like surveillance footage and there's this super-imposed text that flashes red and says,

Live your life. Now. 

...and on that topic, I wonder what land I'd inhabit nowadays were my "pioneers" better people. Do you think we'd be inhabiting anything at all had the world not been pushed forwards by slavery? I believe a different form of Mark Fisher would call this "Colonialist Realism". Or perhaps imperialist. Or neo-colonialist. I can hardly keep up with any words that aren't my own.

06_25_26

Taken by the storm! Turns into a blur. In tacit boulevard. Lying against the piss-ridden posts. Laptop brightness low as it can go. Muscle memory guiding my hands through an invisible keyboard. Here I sit learning I have been shunned and exiled. Tragic.

Original intentions:
- Account 1 is a chronological failure of medium-sized proportion under the guise of the Lord (Sharifi) with purpose to learn and be educated.
- Account 2 is an attempt to rewrite history.

Previous intentions:
- Account 3 would detail roaming tourage from 2010-2015 in "The Scene" (particular interest in Metro Zu), all an impossible reality existing magiaquinachally. 115 ratings served as preamble mostly based on unreality and judging how you're not supposed to.
- Account 4 would begin with an introduction of the city from which its name was derived; Citizens, weather, happenstance, the local park, that one album...

Future intentions:
- Account 1 lives but Account 2 does not: I will spiritually and metaphysically die.
- Account 2 lives but Account 1 does not: I will ill-begottenly die.
- Account 1 lives and Account 2 lives: We can all pretend nothing happened.
There is no future in which Account 3 and Account 4 could ever live! All taken by the storm.

Coin locker kid - Hailstorm & Maelstrom (Cyan Sun Records Issue)

1 favorite - Review in the list "Series" under "Coin locker kid reviews" (Alternative review) - Main issue review

On Bloomsday 2002, The New Shakespearean user "Patternculling" posted the now forever lost thread "How do you write an ending?"

Endings are hard! This was a valid question and people resonated in sharing their bizarroball ideas of what writing constitutes and how everyone should universally approach it. All the time, you see conflicting advice on everything in life, which on top of the minuteness and universal impracticality of things like "general field advice" , only serves to complicate this advice more. For interesting writing, you end up getting told to listen to all the music in the world, to diversify yourself as much as you can, just as you get told to not listen to any music, to not read any low-brow magazines, to avoid filth and rot, for you will become filth and rot. "and that's true, that's true, but that's not what I asked here. I just have a complicated story that could go lots of ways and I don't want to write a dissatisfactory ending for it. Is that something I should be considering? What organ should I be using when I'm writing nowadays?"

"Think with the mind, speak from the heart!"
"Love is all you need"
"It doesn't matter what you use so long as it feeeels right"
"Have you ever played...?"

Come a week past the post and it was... still kicking and breathing! Patternculling was actually mostly a Tony Hawk's Pro Skater player, "KINGOFDANETPLAY" and whatnot. Writing was a little sidehobby he used to occupy his mind when he didn't feel like playing (or more accurately, when his eyes wouldn't let him keep playing). Some of the people on that forum had published books, you know! How could he compete with them? Although in his mind, how could they compete with him in Foundry? How could any writing live up to the beautiful snow in Canada? Come winter's harvest the reapings of his netkids and web-bings would become less and less focused in writing and more and more on the 4th entry behind his netplay crownholding. "It kicks ass, dude."

PoRtCuLLiS, righteously, loved Pro Skater 4. He set up a website with videos for every goal for the 3rd and 4th games and even gaps! Do you know how hard it is to not only find every gap but compile a video together of all of them!? No easy task. The site received lots of praise, righteously, because nobody really likes GameFAQs guides unless the ASCII art is real pretty, so you've gotta get your leg up elsewhere on the web.

Well.

Almost everyone loved tonyhawkguide.com.

Current nowhere-to-be-found, previous Tony-Hawks-critic, even previous-er Saints-Row-aficionado Fl1ppy found all to hate on this website. Doesn't it just ruin the spirit of trying to discover how to do the goals and gaps by yourself? THPS4 alreaaaady went OUT OF BOARD $ OUT OF SCOPE by including a gap list, but an entire website? With videos!? It's like the game's being played for you! Fl1ppy didn't want this "atrocious and insulting display of a complete lack of understanding over what makes Tony Hawk's Tony Hawk's" to live any longer, and so he challenged PoRtCuLLiS on the basis that were he to lose he'd have to turn off his website permanently, "although previous harm would not be amended by this, it would just prevent future harm."

PoRtCuLLiS got bested.

The king of the netplay! The champion who had lived for so long, who had existed for so long. So many days and nights spent proving himself, spent NOT-HAVING-TO-CHASE-VALIDATION, for he ALREADY HAD IT. King of the netplay! King of the netplay! King of the netplay! He didn't like to say it, but he used to play other types of multiplayer games too, he just happened to be best at Pro Skater and incomparably less so at all others, so really, HE CAN'T NOT BE KING!!! And inbetween all this fear-feel and doubt over himself, over what constitutes someone righteous, the answer for his decade-old forum question finally clicked. Set to one of His prayers at a deafening level, he began crying and wringing out his body like the worms before him. It was all scary and new to him, it all looked wrong, wrong, wrong and wrong and wrong, but he could not bring himself to stop. He was proven right only a few minutes in, as his monitor exploded and all left behind was the reverse white behind it. Void enveloping. Void turning and creaking. Void growing its warmth. Adapting to new surroundings. Void enveloping.

PoRtCuLLiS only caught a small glimpse of the void before He was awarded wings. Flew away only somethrough out of his own accord. All left was a large river where his apartment used to be, for he picked the traveler path and no longer took to the fish in an aposiopesic end.

"Dear Fl1ppy, dear Shakespearean:
I will not return
But still you'll keep your head up
Everybody learns
The end is the end."

Acknowledged historical inaccuracies:

The New Shakespearean is modeled after phpBB(oards) from much later.
- PoRtCuLLiS did not start his website because of THPS4, but because of THPS3. The site is also still up to this day and has goals and gaps for Underground 1 thru American Wasteland.
- PoRtCuLLiS did not record the gap videos on his site, those are all by Sulig.
- I don't know how old Fl1ppy is. I have no idea if in 2002 he could've really been arguing with PoRtCuLLiS over the site's existence. I have no idea if he would even protest its existence. I have no idea if he's used this site in the past. Who am I to say!

Coin locker kid - The Salmon of Doubt (Plantasia Issue)

1 favorite - Review in the list "Series" under "Coin locker kid reviews" (Alternative review) - Main issue review 

Oh and oh, to and where and fro! Speed and "the biszq" are KING in the modern day... there is something quite beautiful in engaging with the worst banals of the universe every so often. I love checking my Instagram(TM) whilst eating McDonald's(TM) and like, do you think if Joyce was born a hundred years later that he'd be enjoying himself a Triple Baconator Deluxe right now?

I was just informed a Triple Baconator Deluxe is not served at McDonald's. That's like, Wendy's maybe. Oh well. You know last time I was at a Wendy's all I got myself was a coffee, because I was like, early-single-digits so I couldn't think (and I was stuck in my pre-foodie ways) or anything and my mom thought the best suitable meal at a fast food place would be a coffee. Well, well, well, whatever! I was going through "everything in my mind" and to some extent everything the web and what my own web can extend to, and I was thinking, man, writers have "this way" of speaking/being written down that makes them sound kind of mystical and fantastic, and I guess I can't really tell if that's an intercrossectional generation divide or if I'm just dumb as shit and can't possibly compare to all I "look u(dropped p)nto"

And, oh, we're being kicked out! (I didn't know this at the time but my friend had 'stolen food and disturbed the wellbeing of the populace') My friend's protesting... there's these weird fauxbstract pieces behind me of fries? I think? Like...

GET OUT OF THE FUCKING STORE!
 
Oh, right.

Well, the streets are a surprisingly normal temperature for such a cold-looking night so it's not a terrible bother. Inbetween all the streets we perused findings included a dead rat (let's see how to obfuscate the words; decaying vermin? Rotten, ergo not-all-too-diff'rnt, tiny prancer? Elton & unrelattiac (backhalf spelt like lattice un-akin to licorice) Johns save us?) and WINE. WINE. WINE. Because a sane world is a drunk world.

How do you deal with homeless people? I think my friends don't particularly think too hard about it, I've never seen them give any money to homeless people. I remember a couple days ago we were sitting down by some stairs (looking quite homeless ourselves) when a lady came down and told us about her sick son, she said things were no compromises and that we were invited to look. Of course it was all socks, because I guess those are cheap (alright wait I'm realizing I'm making it sound like this lady was homeless, I don't think so, but I guess I can't really know, so I'll leave this parenthesical here to state "I JUST REMEMBERED OF THIS TIDBIT WHILST THINKING OF ANOTHER TIDBIT, OH, ISN'T IT INTERESTING HOW BRAINS WORK!?") enough to buy and resell to random people. You know, if I wanted cheap socks I'd go to your supplier. How expensive does Alibaba get these days? How could I know? I haven't bought socks in forever. Oh, there was more to this story but I think I went on long enough already.

My friend tripped and started making real loud akin-to-a-near-death bundle of sounds including AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH AND ****//_$$$_\\**** a little too close to this homeless guy that was sitting down, and I guess he interpreted that as a personal attack or something because he got up and started RUNNING AT US! And like, SHIT MAN! I DON'T WANNA DIE! I HAVE SO MUCH SHIT TO LOSE!! I DON'T WANT TO TUURN INTO YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!

Escaped by being appreciative of the beauty of the sun. We all embraced it and blinded ourselves until we were taken away thru angel wings into a brighter kingdom. The trainride was nice and uneventful.

It was a hard day's night.

My bed was slumped in as usual.

I sleep on top of two dumpster-pilfered mattresses that look about as dirty as the cover for Barely Legal.

Good night.