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February 3, 2008 · Leave a Comment

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celibacy F U

February 3, 2008 · Leave a Comment

yeahhhhhhhhhh

ed. note Feb 4th:

I wrote this when i was guesss what? yep! drunk at 3:53AM. Needless to say i ‘got some’ that night.

and by ‘got some’ i mean, i kissed a girl. And by kissed a girl, i mean i kissed a girl on the dancefloor @ Lick for like some songs, got her number then biked home. Her name was Karla and she was beautiful which instantly made me a 332X nervouser person than usual which causes me to overthink text messages and fart a lot. Eitherway I’m keeping my eyes and ears open for some casually-totally cool event to happen that i could possibly invite her/maybe run into her there.

any ideas?

On the good word:

My room is looking wonderful it’s a nice calming greeny-gray with white sideboards and dark mohogany wood floors. I’m pretty sure i’m turning a new page in my life because in regard to the colour of my walls I usually hate pastel but really to me these onesĀ  just seem ‘calcified’ moreso than the usual muted out w/ white grossness.

Have you ever seen anything more unsettling than a pastel life? Why would you want a pastel home? Pastel to me is an outright enemy of the mind that should be acknowledged, fought then bloodily defeated. Pastel is: A colour that can’t convey one iota of the dynamic human experience. Unless you are trying to convey ‘comatose’.

What is it with humans thinking that YELLOW and RED and BLUE and GREEN are too bright as-is. When did bright stop being a rad thing to have in abundance? Even in newspapers and magazines they urge us to only use COLOUR as an accent. Like colour needs to be rationed. splash a little red to your black outfit to look wonderfully forgettable

COLOUR DOESN’T NEED TO BE RATIONED.

PAINT THE WALL GREEN. NOT MUSKY AVOCADO. GREEN DAMMIT.

they make NEON seem soo wildd and crazy, it’s instantly quarantined to the under 20-something non-conformist category and everything is left at that. When we see a 60 year old woman wearing purple shoes, banana yellow pants, russian red cardigan and firetruck red lipstick we automatically assume she’s lost it. But maybe she is wiser and smarter than everyone else.

Maybe she knows that colours are the sword and sheild of the children of the revolution.

FUCK PASTEL.

also, why dont more people paint stencil or spraypaint their cars? Man If i had a car i would get a really good stencil artist to artify my car every few seasons. It’d be cheap and beautiful way to help an artist out on a community level…although because everyone else would be driving their like-in-the-factory cars, mine would just look like a company mobile advisement with no call back number.

In this life they mute, sugar-coat, dumb-down every fucking element of the human experience. So it only makes sense the powers at be mute, sugar-coat and dumb down the very idea of: living with colour.

join my revolution

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