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6.27.2007

Good Question:

what is the meaning of your life?

I ask those questions all the time, you know the ones. What’s my purpose? The meaning of my life?

I still struggle with staying in my job, but it offers me some opportunity to do things I wouldn’t otherwise be able to do or try – it allows me to plan. and it is a part of my long-term plan to do more, and see more. It takes great courage to let go of the known in order to find what is in store for you in the unknown. I plan to pay off bills and save so that I can just take off with my life. I am going to be specific and focused. We all know how to dig ourselves out of a hole, that’s not the issue; what we don’t know is what is “out there” that would allow us to know what makes us be fully us. I believe my parents gave me a great gift… They sent me here when they did so I could start the next chapter of my life exploring parts of the world that they knew I wouldn’t be able to see with them; they are okay with that, at the end, I know they are okay with me. As far as a relationship, since meeting Curt, I now understand how valuable it is to have someone who helps me become a better me simply by their presence and meaning in my life; that’s a great gift in itself. I have found that, I am holding onto it. I won’t fret about this job or that job… I will just get focused on how I want my life to look and begin to live it out just like that… as if it’s already here.

Thanks for asking..

Goodbye, my friend.
12:39 PM
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6.24.2007

FUCK!

am gay...

Goodbye, my friend.
11:47 PM
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6.21.2007

War of a Melody

This song, which I will shy away from naming it’s origin – is so infectious and addictive that it ignited a war among the Greeks, the Hungarians, the Arabs, and the Jews and many other nations on who should claim its origin. It is a new classic and the most recent, most heard “artist unknown” melody thus far in that part of the world

here are the different army's of one...

Greek: Sotis Volanis -Poso Mou Leipei

Hungarian: AZIS - Obicham Te

Israeli: Moshik Afia Shlomy Saranga - Halom Matok

Arabic: Fadel Shaker -Ya Ghayeb III

Turkish: Beni Unut - Serdar Ortac




Goodbye, my friend.
7:27 PM
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6.20.2007

twins




Goodbye, my friend.
10:38 PM
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6.19.2007

Good Question

Q: what do you do during the uptown art fair?

A: The Uptown art fair commemorates that time of the year when all the white mothers of nine or more from Wizata, Edina, St. Louis Park and neighboring farms and their SUV's, trucks and noisy little shits invade our neighborhood and our parking lots. Leaving behind excrements and trails of half eaten gyros , lemonade cans, and dead puppies. It is the time Curt, and I always escape by creating a drinking oasis of gin and tonics and leave our doors open for any friends in the neighborhood to come in and join us.

And after we have had our share of oasis water, we walk downstairs in large groups speaking in tongue loudly ( travelers at hand, of course) and start yelling at people, mostly seniors and children, sometimes pretending to be pan-handling lepers. After that, we go and watch the free concerts, after which we stumble up to our apartment and pass out in glory piss.

That's normally the Friday of the fair,

Saturday: repeat.

Goodbye, my friend.
10:16 AM
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6.13.2007

In The Closet




There's Something
I Have To Say To You
If You Promise You'll
Understand
I Cannot Contain Myself
When In Your Presence
I'm So Humble
Touch Me
Don't Hide Our Love
Man To Man

He's Just A Lover
Who's Doin' Me By
It's Worth The Giving
It's Worth The Try
You Cannot Cleave It
Or Put It In The Furnace
You Cannot Wet It
You Cannot Burn It

He Wants To Give It
(He Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, He Wants To Give It)
Dare Me
(He Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, He Wants To Give It)


It's Just A Feeling
You Have To Soothe It
You Can't Neglect It
You Can't Abuse It
It's Just Desire
You Cannot Waste It
Then, If You Want It
Then, Won't You Taste It

He Wants To Give It
(He Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, He Wants To Give It)
Dare Me
(He Wants To Give It)
(Aahh, He Wants To Give It)


One Thing In Life
You Must Understand
The Truth Of Lust
Man To Man
So Open The Door
And You Will See
There Are No Secrets
Make Your Move
Set Me Free


Because There's Something
About You Baby
That Makes Me Want
To Give It To You
I Swear There's Something
About You Baby

Just Promise Me
Whatever We Say
Or Whatever We Do
To Each Other
For Now We'll Make A Vow
To Just
Keep It In The Closet

If You Can Get It
It's Worth A Try
I Really Want It
I Can't Deny
It's Just Desire
I Really Love It


'Cause If It's Aching
You Have To Rub It

He Wants To Give It

(Aahh, He Wants To Give It)
(He Wants To Give It)

Just Open The Door
And You Will See
This Passion Burns
Inside Of Me
Don't Say To Me
You'll Never Tell
Touch Me There
Make The Move
Cast The Spell

!

Goodbye, my friend.
11:14 PM
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6.09.2007

... but why?

Americans have a puzzling distaste for any government-run socialized programs. I suspect that comes from the inability to distinguish between socialized programs and communism, a bias that arose during the Cold War. However, I think Americans are throwing the baby (socialization) out with the bathwater (communism). What's so inherently bad with socialized programs?

Goodbye, my friend.
9:38 PM
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6.01.2007

................................

Oh the quiet child awaits the day
when he can break free
the mold that clings like desperation
Father can't you see
I've got to live my life the way I feel
is right for me
might not be right for you
but is right
for me...

Goodbye, my friend.
4:58 PM
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