i cant remember what this song is from, and its making me crazy. its been stuck in my head all day. if anyone can comment and tell me what it is, i will be ever indebted to them. these are the lyrics:
we'll all go together when we go.
we'll all go together when we go.
we'll all go together when we go, lord lord,
we'll all go together when we go.
its sung in a really catchy, hillbilly folk voice. PLEASE tell me what it is. its so annoying!!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
"i like your christ. i do not like your christians. your christians are so unlike your christ."
gandhi said that. and no offense, christians, but i wholeheartedly agree with him. sometimes it seems like the people who claim to love jesus are actually against almost everything he stood for. examples:
*"love your fellow man."
*“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
*“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.”
etc.
jesus was actually a pretty cool person. some of the things he said were a little off, but mostly he talked about obvious things like non-materialism, charity, humbleness, and that kind of thing. whats really funny is that he has come to represent the scary hate-filled people who use him to prove their scary, hate-filled points. he would be horrified. also, he would be confused as to why christmas is now about green and red socks. oy gevalt.
*"love your fellow man."
*“Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
*“Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.”
etc.
jesus was actually a pretty cool person. some of the things he said were a little off, but mostly he talked about obvious things like non-materialism, charity, humbleness, and that kind of thing. whats really funny is that he has come to represent the scary hate-filled people who use him to prove their scary, hate-filled points. he would be horrified. also, he would be confused as to why christmas is now about green and red socks. oy gevalt.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
dancing
the most amazing feeling i have ever felt is dancing with people you dont know in a club at nite. in case ur wondering, this particular club was being rented out for my moms bday and alcoholic drinks were not being served. anyway, it was magnificent. there was this kind of hot violet energy pulsing through the people, and all you had to do to tap into it was dance like nobody was watching. it was beautiful. *sigh*. it makes me wish for hot summer ny nites...
i would like to thank lola for this information.
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/
homepage/news/article2176812.ece
homepage/news/article2176812.ece
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
exceptions must be made.
i have NEVER done this before, and i will probably NEVER do this again. but i am doing it now, so here it goes:
i have never used my blog to make reviews. this is a review. i am using my blog to review a story.
the story in question is, obviously, Trials of Nature, by Mountain Spirit. I would just like to say that it was FANTASTIC. it was so fantastic that if i went to the thesaurus and wrote out all the synonyms of fantastic, they would not be enough to describe how fantastic it was.
which brings me to the second thing i have never done and will never do again. since the petrified flower mountain spirit person posted TON in sections on her blog, like Charles Dickens, i will post it, in its entirety here. this is it:
Trials of Nature
"The Secret Society of Buttercup is now called to order!" declared Sapphire. She set down her usual treat - white with pink icing. Everyone had their specific orders; Stella's being a devil dog.
"What is the subject of today's meeting?" asked Kate, knowing fully well why thy were there, but asked out of custom and order.
"I believe we are discussing the Fifth Official Matter of the SSB said Electra, gravely picking the icing off of her cupcake.
"Right, the Fifth Matter being, one of the most - controversial, and frankly stupid issues - "
"That is a matter opinion," interrupted Kate.
"For me to decide," said Sapphire with arrogance. No one commented. Sapphire was the leader of the SSB, and the unofficial outside group that made up the Society. And even in the middle of this war, they respected her.
"We just protected ourselves from shame," said Stella.
"Do you know how mean that is?" cried Gwendolyn.
"It wasn't even like that! You were cheering me on!" Electra continued.
"No, were were not!" retorted Ruby.
"Yes, you were."
"The point being what you did after Electra joined the Sun - "
"For protection, anger...." began Kate.
"No, it was just being mean!" said Sapphire.
"Look, it's not working." Stella rolled her eyes as the bickering continued for several more minutes.
"Why does it matter if we support the Sun? You should too!" said Sapphire.
"As I have said before, being associated with the Sun is... undesirable..." Kate tried to explain.
"Still no reason to abandon half the society, in such a cruel way."
"This is obviously a story no one understands," sighed Ruby.
"And our meeting is already over," said Gwendolyn looking at her watch.
They collectively stood up, and rearranged the chairs and tables, not meant for a crowd to be debating over. Stella had been right, as she was now congratulating herself. The meeting had been useless renewal of the same old problems and ignorance.
Stella looked at the moon. She saw it within that moment: her leader. A beautiful spirit, a pearl gleaming against the navy of the night. So sure that the Moon was the right way, the one who should rule the sky. Principals of stealth, excitement and preparation wen with the Moon; a seemingly most popular candidate. Stella thought this, sitting halfway through her window. She knew as she prayed to the Moon, her companions, now the enemy, would be sleeping. Not supporting. They would be up at dawn.
Dawn. The beauty of the morning, before the conspiracies that darken life have begun. These were the thoughts of Gwendolyn, peering out into the world. The sky over the New York City skyline, pink and blue slowly growing warmer. Principals of kindness, freedom and exploration pertained to the Sun and were valued deeply by Gwendolyn. To shine apart and not follow others and not let night muddle you thoughts. Gwendolyn felt bad for those she once spent time with, agreed with. Now they were shadowed, and she could not save them. After all - as Gwendolyn was thinking - there was the Sun to be thinking about.
"I had a vision."
The words were said abruptly and simply at the noon of a winter day. The words were spoken by a girl wrapped in a scarf, with her hand on a tree. The Tree.
"A vision?" repeated Ruby, glancing a disbelieving look at her. "How?"
"Through a dream, don't usually have them that way though." Kate's eyes remained on the Tree.
"Really, a vision? About what?"
"About the war."
"Us?" asked Ruby urgently.
"We will not win. The Sun will win."
"That can't be." Stella squinted.
"I saw that the Moon will fall, and then so will we," said Kate, and quietly added "Whether that fact be good or bad."
Stella caught it.
"Good or bad? It is undoubtedly bad!"
"If the stars say it is to be so, can it really be bad? If the stars say it is so, then it is meant to be."
Both Ruby and Stella looked at Kate in an odd way.
"It seems that we find ourselves divided among our masters," said Sapphire.
"This meeting isn't going to work," said Stella in warning tones.
"Daddzy says it will," insisted Sapphire. She, Gwendolyn and Electra were all of the same party. Kate looked smug while Stella and Ruby glanced at each other.
"We should just get this over with," said Gwendolyn. "After this Society was formed, we got swept up into this war, destroying ever after our warm connections."
"That's true," allowed Stella.
"Over a stupid reason," repeated Sapphire. "And the stretching of the truth.
"Just why?" cried Electra. "You went and accused me and that's when it started."
"But we only accused you of what you did!" protested Kate.
"We didn't even declare war." defended Ruby.
"Oh, but what did you do? You shunned us, ridiculed us, just for supporting the Sun - " began Gwendolyn.
"Do you know what that means?!"
Over the tree passes of the moon, the two groups became even more estranged than ever before. The two spirits of the Sun and Moon continued to war, causing chaos almost everywhere. Right down to the six girls. But as the winter gave way to the spring, things seemed to lean to one side. Kate and Stella would often find themselves gazing off to the Sun supporters, basking in the noon while they hid by their tree. The thing was that for a moment, they seemed happy! A lost world, that perhaps they were a part of. But it lasted only a minute. And the rest of the time, they faithfully stood by the Moon, and with Ruby there, they stood where they did. Watching the Sun supporters. After all, it was not like anything could ever remotely be the same ever again.
And so, three passes of the moon later, the Supporters of Sun lay where they would. The same old place, once a place of gathering, now only for them. They lay in a formation letting the sun fall on them.
"Horrible." Kate scowled. She looked beside her, but only Stella was there.
Stella pointed to the banding place of the Sun, where out in the open, was Ruby. She, looking quite traitorous, had walked up to the enemy. The other half of the old SSB had long been just - 'the enemy'.
"Look," breathed Kate in horror. Ruby sat in the middle of the circle - lay down - and began the gesture of the Sun. Ruby was worshipping the Sun.
Kate observed them. She realized how amazingly happy and carefree they really did look. In the spring air, she remembered what had happened so easily before, the spring before... No! Of course not. Even with the knowledge that the Moon was weakening, she couldn't voluntarily abandon the Moon! Then again... all together...
Kate glanced over her shoulder. Stella was gone. The April wind blew. The chill was a reminder to stay awake, always aware, work was play, play was never play. Kate closed her eyes and walked to the Supporters of the Sun.
"The Moon has weakened," commented Electra, stating the biting obvious as a greeting.
"Yes," admitted Kate, looking down at Ruby. Ruby did not look up.
"Can I... join you?" Kate said awkwardly, not fully understanding what she was doing.
"Sure," allowed Sapphire. The group rearranged themselves to fir Kate into the formation. As they all looked up at the sky, it flickered for half a second, and then it got substantially brighter. The way they were, they all read the sky. Stella appeared.
"The Moon has lost," said Kate with her eyes closed.
"I know." Stella's words were said coldly, pressing guilt upon her. But now it was guilt from two sides. It was really a matter of the Sun or the Moon for the first time. Ruby opened her eyes to Stella's frown. Kate peeked.
"Perhaps," Kate offered. "It is the way we must go."
just so that i am not intruding on any copyright, this story originally appeared on songs of a petrified flower, which can be found at this link.
i have never used my blog to make reviews. this is a review. i am using my blog to review a story.
the story in question is, obviously, Trials of Nature, by Mountain Spirit. I would just like to say that it was FANTASTIC. it was so fantastic that if i went to the thesaurus and wrote out all the synonyms of fantastic, they would not be enough to describe how fantastic it was.
which brings me to the second thing i have never done and will never do again. since the petrified flower mountain spirit person posted TON in sections on her blog, like Charles Dickens, i will post it, in its entirety here. this is it:
Trials of Nature
"The Secret Society of Buttercup is now called to order!" declared Sapphire. She set down her usual treat - white with pink icing. Everyone had their specific orders; Stella's being a devil dog.
"What is the subject of today's meeting?" asked Kate, knowing fully well why thy were there, but asked out of custom and order.
"I believe we are discussing the Fifth Official Matter of the SSB said Electra, gravely picking the icing off of her cupcake.
"Right, the Fifth Matter being, one of the most - controversial, and frankly stupid issues - "
"That is a matter opinion," interrupted Kate.
"For me to decide," said Sapphire with arrogance. No one commented. Sapphire was the leader of the SSB, and the unofficial outside group that made up the Society. And even in the middle of this war, they respected her.
"We just protected ourselves from shame," said Stella.
"Do you know how mean that is?" cried Gwendolyn.
"It wasn't even like that! You were cheering me on!" Electra continued.
"No, were were not!" retorted Ruby.
"Yes, you were."
"The point being what you did after Electra joined the Sun - "
"For protection, anger...." began Kate.
"No, it was just being mean!" said Sapphire.
"Look, it's not working." Stella rolled her eyes as the bickering continued for several more minutes.
"Why does it matter if we support the Sun? You should too!" said Sapphire.
"As I have said before, being associated with the Sun is... undesirable..." Kate tried to explain.
"Still no reason to abandon half the society, in such a cruel way."
"This is obviously a story no one understands," sighed Ruby.
"And our meeting is already over," said Gwendolyn looking at her watch.
They collectively stood up, and rearranged the chairs and tables, not meant for a crowd to be debating over. Stella had been right, as she was now congratulating herself. The meeting had been useless renewal of the same old problems and ignorance.
Stella looked at the moon. She saw it within that moment: her leader. A beautiful spirit, a pearl gleaming against the navy of the night. So sure that the Moon was the right way, the one who should rule the sky. Principals of stealth, excitement and preparation wen with the Moon; a seemingly most popular candidate. Stella thought this, sitting halfway through her window. She knew as she prayed to the Moon, her companions, now the enemy, would be sleeping. Not supporting. They would be up at dawn.
Dawn. The beauty of the morning, before the conspiracies that darken life have begun. These were the thoughts of Gwendolyn, peering out into the world. The sky over the New York City skyline, pink and blue slowly growing warmer. Principals of kindness, freedom and exploration pertained to the Sun and were valued deeply by Gwendolyn. To shine apart and not follow others and not let night muddle you thoughts. Gwendolyn felt bad for those she once spent time with, agreed with. Now they were shadowed, and she could not save them. After all - as Gwendolyn was thinking - there was the Sun to be thinking about.
"I had a vision."
The words were said abruptly and simply at the noon of a winter day. The words were spoken by a girl wrapped in a scarf, with her hand on a tree. The Tree.
"A vision?" repeated Ruby, glancing a disbelieving look at her. "How?"
"Through a dream, don't usually have them that way though." Kate's eyes remained on the Tree.
"Really, a vision? About what?"
"About the war."
"Us?" asked Ruby urgently.
"We will not win. The Sun will win."
"That can't be." Stella squinted.
"I saw that the Moon will fall, and then so will we," said Kate, and quietly added "Whether that fact be good or bad."
Stella caught it.
"Good or bad? It is undoubtedly bad!"
"If the stars say it is to be so, can it really be bad? If the stars say it is so, then it is meant to be."
Both Ruby and Stella looked at Kate in an odd way.
"It seems that we find ourselves divided among our masters," said Sapphire.
"This meeting isn't going to work," said Stella in warning tones.
"Daddzy says it will," insisted Sapphire. She, Gwendolyn and Electra were all of the same party. Kate looked smug while Stella and Ruby glanced at each other.
"We should just get this over with," said Gwendolyn. "After this Society was formed, we got swept up into this war, destroying ever after our warm connections."
"That's true," allowed Stella.
"Over a stupid reason," repeated Sapphire. "And the stretching of the truth.
"Just why?" cried Electra. "You went and accused me and that's when it started."
"But we only accused you of what you did!" protested Kate.
"We didn't even declare war." defended Ruby.
"Oh, but what did you do? You shunned us, ridiculed us, just for supporting the Sun - " began Gwendolyn.
"Do you know what that means?!"
Over the tree passes of the moon, the two groups became even more estranged than ever before. The two spirits of the Sun and Moon continued to war, causing chaos almost everywhere. Right down to the six girls. But as the winter gave way to the spring, things seemed to lean to one side. Kate and Stella would often find themselves gazing off to the Sun supporters, basking in the noon while they hid by their tree. The thing was that for a moment, they seemed happy! A lost world, that perhaps they were a part of. But it lasted only a minute. And the rest of the time, they faithfully stood by the Moon, and with Ruby there, they stood where they did. Watching the Sun supporters. After all, it was not like anything could ever remotely be the same ever again.
And so, three passes of the moon later, the Supporters of Sun lay where they would. The same old place, once a place of gathering, now only for them. They lay in a formation letting the sun fall on them.
"Horrible." Kate scowled. She looked beside her, but only Stella was there.
Stella pointed to the banding place of the Sun, where out in the open, was Ruby. She, looking quite traitorous, had walked up to the enemy. The other half of the old SSB had long been just - 'the enemy'.
"Look," breathed Kate in horror. Ruby sat in the middle of the circle - lay down - and began the gesture of the Sun. Ruby was worshipping the Sun.
Kate observed them. She realized how amazingly happy and carefree they really did look. In the spring air, she remembered what had happened so easily before, the spring before... No! Of course not. Even with the knowledge that the Moon was weakening, she couldn't voluntarily abandon the Moon! Then again... all together...
Kate glanced over her shoulder. Stella was gone. The April wind blew. The chill was a reminder to stay awake, always aware, work was play, play was never play. Kate closed her eyes and walked to the Supporters of the Sun.
"The Moon has weakened," commented Electra, stating the biting obvious as a greeting.
"Yes," admitted Kate, looking down at Ruby. Ruby did not look up.
"Can I... join you?" Kate said awkwardly, not fully understanding what she was doing.
"Sure," allowed Sapphire. The group rearranged themselves to fir Kate into the formation. As they all looked up at the sky, it flickered for half a second, and then it got substantially brighter. The way they were, they all read the sky. Stella appeared.
"The Moon has lost," said Kate with her eyes closed.
"I know." Stella's words were said coldly, pressing guilt upon her. But now it was guilt from two sides. It was really a matter of the Sun or the Moon for the first time. Ruby opened her eyes to Stella's frown. Kate peeked.
"Perhaps," Kate offered. "It is the way we must go."
just so that i am not intruding on any copyright, this story originally appeared on songs of a petrified flower, which can be found at this link.
Monday, January 26, 2009
my new hero
This guy is SO cool. He's not famous or anything. The magazine that i got this from, NEW YORK, does a weekly interview with a random new yorker. This guy is my new hero. Since you can't read the interview, here is what it says:
Jimmy "Pearl" La Fontaine,
Municipal Worker
What do you do for the city?
I work for the Department of Correction. Something to do with prisoners. I can't say more than that.
Is this what you wear to work?
I don't have to wear a uniform. I wouldn't have taken the job if I had to, because I don't compromise who I am.
You've never dressed up for a job?
Absolutely not. I've been lucky. In the beginning, people looked at me kind of weird, you know, Who's this Gypsy-looking guy? or whatever, but I can still do my job and I do it well, so that's all that matters in the end.
You're wearing a lot of skulls.
That's the rock-and-roll thing that I love. They were made for me by a friend, a jeweler down on Macdougal Street. The skull stands for the fact that we're all going to end up the same-just a skeleton or somethin'. It's always been associated with some badass thing-back in the day, even pirates had them. And rock and roll is badass, too. Well, it used to be.
Do people prejudge you?\
All I can say is I have all kinds of friends. My partner at work happens to be the most-straight looking guy you'd ever want to meet. And I love him to death. When we're walking around together, we look like the extreme odd couple. He definitely looks like a cop.
But you don't
No, absolutely not, and I don't want to be treated as one. I just want to be treated as a decent guy. I love music, going to concerts and museums, and reading a good book. That's my thang. I love motorcycles. I'm still a kid.
Sounds like you're pretty happy.
I am. I mean, I don't ask for much. When I retire, I'm gonna go live in a trailer park.
Photographs by Spencer Heyfron
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Ahu! ahoo ahoo ahhhh buuuuuhaaaaaaaa
omigodimsoangrywhyaregrownupsstupiderthankidswhyisitthatweteachthingstoour
kindergartenersthatwedontdoourselfslikeshareandplayniceandincludeeveryone
anddontjudgeabookbyitscoverandeveryonedeservesachance?
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
kindergartenersthatwedontdoourselfslikeshareandplayniceandincludeeveryone
anddontjudgeabookbyitscoverandeveryonedeservesachance?
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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Saturday, January 17, 2009
who are these The People, and where can i find them?
i wish bohemia existed. i really do. i wish that i could just wander to a different part of town and there would be people dressed in skintight black outfits and berets sipping fine coffee while a guy dressed in feathers played the harmonica like his life depended on it. but its not real. its only in the movies. and if it is real, or ever was, why can't i find it? everything is commercialized. everything is fake. ugh, im feeling pessimistic.
Friday, January 16, 2009
mysterious paintings
i found these paintings on my desk (well, really its my whole familys desk), and no one seemed to know where they came from. i scanned them. arent they beautiful?
*note: this one is upside down.
*note: this one is upside down.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
sad clown
there is nothing sadder than a sad clown. not a clown who's being sad for show, but a totally dejected clown. a starving clown. a clown whose face paint is streaked with tears and dulled by dirt and blood. a clown sitting alone by himself with the weight of the world on his shoulders. thats the saddest thing to see. an anti-clown. can somebody draw this for me?
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
my father's argument against the bailout which i find very convincing.
if those companies suck
then they SHOULD go under
and if we're going to bail them out then we're becoming communist
and if we're communist
we should help the poor
not the fat companies.
wow, thats almost a poem?
then they SHOULD go under
and if we're going to bail them out then we're becoming communist
and if we're communist
we should help the poor
not the fat companies.
wow, thats almost a poem?
Saturday, January 10, 2009
violence
here's something to chew on:
everyone is so hyped up about terrorism now, but how is terrorism worse than war? i mean, theyre both killing people for no good reason just because you dissagree with them or you don't like the way they look. theyre both just as horrible. as a great bumper sticker once said: its hard to convince people you're killing them for their own good.
everyone is so hyped up about terrorism now, but how is terrorism worse than war? i mean, theyre both killing people for no good reason just because you dissagree with them or you don't like the way they look. theyre both just as horrible. as a great bumper sticker once said: its hard to convince people you're killing them for their own good.
how to say i love you
i just found the most beautiful thing online. it's called "pretend we don't exist". its an independent short movie company that bases all its stuff on youtube. their channel is pretendwedontexist. look them up. as one person commented, "your videos give meaning to life."
Thursday, January 8, 2009
mirage
sometimes life is confusing because the things you think are great are bad and the things you think are bad are really important and you make the wrong chioces and then you mess things up or you make the right choices but ur not sure if they really were right and there are a million ways to mess up and its almost impossible to do things right. thats why its hard to decide what to do with ur life.
mark ryden
mark ryden is an AMAZING artist. he's a disturbing surrealist painter from the 90's. you can see his artwork at markryden.com. at this point, my list of favorite painters, in order, is this:
mark ryden
salvador dali
gustav klimt
vincent van gogh.
mark ryden
salvador dali
gustav klimt
vincent van gogh.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
no compromise in defense of mother earth
that was the slogan of the protesters who shut down a coal plant in i forget which state. it inspired me to get a bunch of mother earth pictures. well, here they are:
well, its 2009 years since jesus was born.
isnt it such a relief? the year is over. ITS OVER!!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!
ok, i guess i should say my new years' resolutions. ummmmmmmmmmm...
i will:
*do my homework all the time, responsibly and well.
*do "projects" a lot and nourish my crafty spirit.
*get really into henna art.
*host parties just for fun.
*see a movie made less than 20 years ago.
*blog often, but not too often.
*not get on the computer with nothing in mind to do.
*watch *an inconvenient truth*.
*read the omnivores dillema.
*paint.
*i recently found a cool craft called needle felting, which is really cool cuz u can made almost anything out of wool just by poking it with a needle. ill show you guys, if you want.
*try to start learning an instrument.
*become more politically involved in general, and learn more about stuff instead of just quickly taking sides.
*made my own clothes more often.
*sign up for that program where local farmers send you food every week (remind me what its called, lola.)
*get a typewriter.
*organize all my friends to write angry letters to the government.
*help lola write the navelist bible.
*include pictures in my blog posts.
*email this to myself a lot (thanks for the idea, lola!)
i love you guys. i love you a lot. i also love the grass and the flowers and trees, and my big fat cab driver mother, and all of my fathers, and i love you. look at the moon! look at the mooon! look at the moon!
*manchester england england....*
ok, i guess i should say my new years' resolutions. ummmmmmmmmmm...
i will:
*do my homework all the time, responsibly and well.
*do "projects" a lot and nourish my crafty spirit.
*get really into henna art.
*host parties just for fun.
*see a movie made less than 20 years ago.
*blog often, but not too often.
*not get on the computer with nothing in mind to do.
*watch *an inconvenient truth*.
*read the omnivores dillema.
*paint.
*i recently found a cool craft called needle felting, which is really cool cuz u can made almost anything out of wool just by poking it with a needle. ill show you guys, if you want.
*try to start learning an instrument.
*become more politically involved in general, and learn more about stuff instead of just quickly taking sides.
*made my own clothes more often.
*sign up for that program where local farmers send you food every week (remind me what its called, lola.)
*get a typewriter.
*organize all my friends to write angry letters to the government.
*help lola write the navelist bible.
*include pictures in my blog posts.
*email this to myself a lot (thanks for the idea, lola!)
i love you guys. i love you a lot. i also love the grass and the flowers and trees, and my big fat cab driver mother, and all of my fathers, and i love you. look at the moon! look at the mooon! look at the moon!
*manchester england england....*
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