Christmas Eve is like The Club on steriods, my digits are always 1091 E.

クリスマスイヴすきクラブのステロイド に料理 に私のもの,10の91の東

礼南

 

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"Ω =∞x∞^∞" - Wayne Teasdale

Totally don't have time to translate this, right now,

鴬殲

Yumi; he, he,

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6:00 p.m. @ The McEntee's December 24th

All Day @ Grandpa's December 25th

itsu ka no Ami to Yumi sohite 7 to 9 raihon-o ji taku koeri-masu.

I-N House Party Every Year December 26th

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かくかくしかじかむきだしなしょうしゅんかかんはどしをこしなんてめじゃないつうれつますよっぽどしょうやくはではとしのせはすなわちばんきばんこんばんじゅくばんじゅくねんれいよしゅうではあるようにとしだまはとっぴせいほんのうますこういはばんさんかいすなおないばんすなどけいこんなになないろまぜおりばんざいさんしょうつうれいれいをいうなくてななくせこうどうむいについえたとしつきますあんなふうにぞくえんとしこしでりすいばんじばんたんばんきょでんか とそきぶんでといきに

としまつりばんじょうれいぐうもくれいむあちこちうなりしょうき

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入噴北飯稲激発

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1ー8/16/88。 始めまして、じぬないだけでないちいか八か七転起重機 倒抱腹絶倒四百余州で六十余州州できしきしをめんたま専らない。寿盃補充はコンパイラー言葉

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I never noticed that you live in Utah.  I live about 10-15 miles from the address you posted...

Give me a guitar I need to sing this...Oh, for the Girls who don't want me, Oh, the girls don't want me no more.  It so happens you can't get a stripe for a dolla', It's your mama's holla and you don't haf'ta holla back.  In the morning, in the night, you look at me and I tell you I'm in a knot, It's a fact you gotr lay down ponderiously, where's my guitar, oh doe you'a bad boe, tow we say goodbye.  Oh, for the girls who don't want me, Oh for the black Loriannes, and Karate babes, and Ninja honeys, oh for tho'se, The Dragon Punch, The Dragon Punch I sha'll conquer thee, Oh Dragon Punch.  Baby, Don't you go on down to be a gangster-pimp.  It's all-over, now.

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Does somebody love you?  You didn't do something just because you loved me, did you?  You could not have possibily done the things you did because you, what?  I better get home to my wife... except, you never had one.  You really don't know me?  When's he gonna start bringer over, that's what I said, if it was any different the whole world would have become a slave to the American judicial system and Jesssus could never have sex after his rebirth, that's what I heard.  Who wants me to project the next time I'll see her face?  I cou'dn't believe I'm even a bigger joke, now. No, really small jokes make bigger puns, it's a Tao thing.  Only if you never decided how a joke sounds to a person you like, then how could you ever tell such a thing.  There must be a lot of young people who need help from older people, or maybe we should just ell the truth.  It's really over, now, isn't it?

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The Ultimate Derivator has one word to wizzle, that's a good one,

Ryan

maybe I should quit changing and hyphenating my name...for real

theallrealri

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Yoi! Homelettes and Homies,

wo and wow, that was quite a long determinable stay from integral.  So what is new in my Atmosphere, well.  I did something crucial.  I started a side project.  You can view the link at Lionedge.  It's on the Japanese MySpace Server and English server. I know, lame, but I'm working my way over to the Red-side, yo.  I should come clean now and tell you that I'm also working on a main project (hence the word 'project'), so you really don't need to read the lame post called "The Cut" seriously my tot-posts should be -1 for that.  The main project is called the self-titled "Puffy" album and is in the vein of Sublime if you catch my drift.  I'm not really sure if anyone has a problem with that, but I thought the needle could last as a metaphor in the album and there would be an existential cleanness about it.  Cool idea, huh? 

So, anyways, the side-project is me singing in Japanese.  Yumi says it's really hard for her to sing in English, and so I was actually scared frightened about what I was going to do, but I guess in the end it sounds really super lame!  Ya gotta hear this point in the first song where I totally hit this Superstar Jesus Christ Note.  It was really a lot of fun making this first installment, and you should be able to listen to it soon cause it's been processing for like a day.  Also, that su was really hard to learn, but wow do I love it.  Well, I'm sure Puffy's label could sign me, or at least, I'm open to signing this project with them.  These songs mean a super lot to me, and I also must say that it's going to be a super dark ride.

So, I've been having these crazy dreams/fantasies (like wo) recently and though I never write anything down you can be sure I won't forget a dream with Yumi's face!  So, it's like a leap-year or whatever and I'm totally back, and there's a little bit of explaining to do.  I know Yumi and Ami's translator IS NOT some crazy super stealth Marie Michelle McArthur.  Besides, who would make-up a name like that?  But, how do I know?  Well, it goes back to the first installment of Erotic with a Kapitol (or Kapital or actually Capitol as it waz called in those days), and the night I met the Devil...

So, I'm sure there is some teleological/theoretical explanation for this experience but I'll get to that later when I translate EK1, which you still couldn't stop me from doing, cause that should be our first together album.   So, anyways..., It waz a deep-dark night, a black night if I may say, and into my full-color fantasy vision was a scene straight from The Devil's Avocate! Like Wo! Not as funny as it's going to be later...  There waz the devil and aside from the devil there were these two girls (left unnamed) totally naked on the altar of sacrifice and then there was Ken, and Ken says to me Can you imagine making-love to anyother beautious girls, and I says No, and Ken says Do you want to make-love to these girls, and I says No.  Truly that's exatcly what happened, I mean I finished my buisness, but I got out a there like a good little Rasta-Catholic Boy.  So, tha'ta is how I know, plus I have many other verifying visions to be revealed sometime this century, like meeting Yumi and whatever else.  God! that is just a great name, Yumi, dont'ya think?  But really all that stuff about doing Ami wasn't true I never acted on those inclanations, and although I'm sure her husband is totally gay for me, I just don't think it would work out.  I mean I think I know the Japanese psyche pretty-well for a Gai-jin (by the way that's the only time you'll ever hear me say that word) and there are some very titalating cultural refrences in like history and spirituality and stuff, but I swear, does anybody ever get to kiss the girl in a frickin Anime.  No, I think not.       

Which reminds me as I'm smoking my last pack, total seriously, of adictivily magically filled Blue Spirits that I should ask for a back-stage pass from you directly on this link next time.  And also the thing about time, I think like I was saying before there is an exact amount of time in a day but there's no beginning and no end, I mean we at least don't know the beginning, and the Omega is out of this league, infinite.  If I have to use Wow one more time... By the way I must thank the Angel editing my posts, cause they/she is doing a totally good job.  And the translators and why don't I just thank the whole world for being inside my crazy little boxe'z that's plural by the way.  Also, you know what's going to hit you in a million years..."One click away...."

Oh, and the election.  Whoze president are you voting for?  I think Hillary is like super-cute when she's all up there debating and preaching and doin' her thing.  Barak and me got some things to work out but I'm sure to be super tough on him.  Ya' know why 25 year-olds aren't president because my first act would be to work out a mutual total diarmerment with Japan.  Cool huh? (Or at least super Rad)

the story of my headbands go as follows...I had a black bandanna for a while because it looked dreary in my drawers but eventually worked it's way up to bleached an unbecoming.  You won't believe the looks I get with my "uh, uh, uh" (Kanye's by the way) light blue decorate, and then there was the dark blue headband I picked up in Big Sur, which got some good use.  Oh, and this bad-ass orange Chinese-black charactered headband I got as a present a year-back from my sister (did mention my lil' sister spent a couple months in North China "hu, uh, hu").  This is all real important stuff, not like that Rock of Love wierd kissing stuff, but I just want to see him give it to a girl in his blue again. 

Random Note: Be sure to check Ryan's New "Side-Project" Now Featured at the Featured Lionedge. 

What?

Sorry, I don't have time to read lately and dialouge but I'm just working my way-up as a dishwasher at Peddler's on 25th, (uhhh...Total Red Flags).  I did mention I get my paper on and from my block.   The place is real set-up with a Yoga studio upstairs and guitar and poetry(the poetry soon to be done by yours truly on uh tomorrow). The owners are really rad, Arlen and his wife Melissa (I'll drop you some pictures later), Melissa is like Yumi's age and totally cutey. 

By the way, don't forget what I said about becoming fluent and riding you all the way back to Japan.

These songs really can kick it, and maybe I'm preparing you too much, but that's okay, you'll dig it. 

So, it's Friii-day, and you ain't got shit to do, but I'm having intercourse, that's been on my mind, lately, and I don't care who yo' boyfriend is, Nobody hits a b-side like MC center and nobody thinks about intercourse instead of whatever.  Check the doobies one more time and soon you'll find, it's much too March, we're all learnin' and burnin' tantra up to 12, so have some intercourse, baby.

Also, I must warn when I quit this stuff called tobacco my laughs start turning into tears.  Ouch!

But this isn't about that, this is about a pretty little thing called Love Ai to the highest most intimate degree, trust me, you'll get it when your not so corn-fed no more, I hate being corn-fed.  I did tell you I extremely enjoyed my songwriting this past month.  Ken, if your not in the hospital and your listening to me this time, don't cry baby, don't cry.  Man, the hits we all take 4 Love.

wipe those pretty eye'z

yazzle-hazzle drop, and whizzle-wham, I'm totally out of secrets for now, but I had this date with Yumi and I waz totally psychic and I told her that she had super-pretty eyes, and we could have super pretty eye-babies, and even if you tried with your ex, it's the feeling that counts, and maybe we're together forever, for real.  So, sho't me tired, and it's all a DeathNote Anyways, besides our gang is super-tight, super-rad, and super-cool.  I-I backs me, and that's all you need to know.  I think i would take you out, probably under the city-lights, and we could go dancing, wow, we could dance.  I'd probably order you a Long Island or like the Hurricane or whatever they serve there with the Umbrella, You'll probably need an umbrella just for cautions sake.  And even though I don't get paid until tomorrow or Saturday, and the Banks are all closed, I still have, what, a twenty and a five. 

Whaz there anything else you Guys wanted to know?  Oh, Well, I've never been in a real real fight, really.  I would purposefully miss all our belt-testing at the dojo and the one tournament I decided to go to my alarm freak didn't work.  I'm sure one of you had something to do with that.  There is a fight in April but I don't think I can make it.   So, bewari-ni, and let's kick it.

you' realla fo' L-I-F-E,

the micmiester, the micmaster, the daddy grande, the ma'kenter, mKenter,mkEnter

whatever,

uchi baby

 

 

 

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Dark Blue

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Under the ground there is  family.  They live to thrill, to scare.  Designed to infuriate, ultra-super disguised titalate, large couches full of children, children missing, empty warehouse room, the music of the undead (or at least to your ears).  When you finally kind of want to to to sleep they put you in the bed upstairs and toy with your feet (or at least you do).  Downstairs you talk to a Japanese doctor who tells you to go back to bed, but you demand that him and the KKK guy let you out to go save the movie star (maybe not him but I didn't see anyone but white people), the bubbles begin to rise, soap and they demand you climb the white staircase to the left if you go anywhere else you die, you waiste too much time looking around at the third floor bathroom and miss the staircase in the center whose stairs pretty much demnand that you climb them like a gym, but I'm not strong enough.  You wake in my room, the music is playing this time, this time it is not Shaney McCoy's music, but hard beats, and the whole room is vibrating, and all the poster on the wall, they were there before or did that other person who lived in this room who tried Heroin put them up there, and the posters are alive with distorted music vibration, and you look at one poster moving and think it's a projection, but then you look at the poster from the ceiling to the wall and it's kind of the same poster with the same guy, except the black and white poster with some cool hip rocksters blurs and they become blurred.  You wake again so weary you can't figure out how to stop the music, you smash the radio, still there are voices from your past,  you try and sleep with chairs, rocking chairs whatever (they said it wouldn't help but I think it might, I mean I am a Carpenter and all).  The feeling of being in a room you know you are awake and still trying to get out of the room until something else makes you feel like you want to die.  (Even when I woke-up I staired for a while imagining that I wasn't really awake).  The posters really hit me like blood and life and people screaming out without sound, but the beats beating.  So, get up and walk-out the bedroom door, it's easy you just have to want to although the voices told me not to and I didn't want to disobey them, I decided that I had to even if it meant involving my mother in whatever kind of chaos was going on, so I go down stairs to my (sort of pretty much hunted but still cool Grandpa's basement) and there's my mom and I scare my black cat away and a tan spotted and white cat comes-up all nice and such and I tell my mom I couldn't stop the music and she says it's okay you just have to tell me by the way, honey.  And my black cat comes back all shocked but okay.

So, I think it's good to have cats in your life, dead grandmothers, and even a villanous cousin or two.  I'm pretty sure I've seen the underground, but perhaps definately not like this, and it may well have been a set-up with the all-white cast.  I can't tell you exactly how I got out of the poster room (all rooms but the underground are exactly identical to the one your sleeping in) but I could suggest at least not to stair into the posters, at least don't zoom-in, and try to laugh.  My mom is really, here at Grandpa's sleeping in the basement, (which of course I've spoken to unnatural things before), she flew in to help me find a place and to help Grandpa perk-up.  I prayed, and I know Yumi knows what I'm going through, and I just wished she were with me so we could sort out our own bad dreams.  It's like for Japanese all the evil and hatred and hell-like things are desirable, while the rest isn't really like heaven. 

You don't want to get stuck in my dream, all we need is another Christ helping the needy, and I'm sure nobody outside this room wanted me to tell this story for some reason.  However, I figured that if I was sleeping in my own filth I might be able to pull someone else out of it.  Horror really does kill.

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I've been without my chain for a couple days...

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