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| headache.
I cannot write in this regularly. it is inconvenient
I cannot write about my life regularly. it is inconvenient.
i have tried and failed.
i have a headache.
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| the key to finding and obtaining new, good music:
Go to last.fm (www.last.fm)
Start an account if you don't already have one
Download the last.fm scrobbler (http://www.last.fm/download)
Install the scrobbler
Open the scrobbler
Type in a favorite artist and search
The scrobbler will start playing music and will go through similar artists
When you find an artist/album you like:
go to the rapidshare board of 4chan (http://rs.4chan.org/)
Search for the artist
Download those zips!
unzip
enjoy!
it's cool. You can also find a torrent of whatever artist you like.
this is how I get music
peace
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| The movement is in motion. I seek to radically redefine the way the western world, which has come to represent the entire world in many ways, thinks and works. We seek to radically redefine the way the western world thinks and works.
The movement does not yet have a name. Its interests are mainly in philosophy and the arts. Whatever happened to Sartres, Nietzches, Kierkegaards, Marxs, Descartes, Kant? Where are the present day generals of the troops of philosophy, major historical figures who revolutionize the way we think and make it into the consciousness of everyday living?
And why have they all been, for the most part, European?
We are living in a derelict age where we no longer question, no longer examine, unless you are in the minority of the educated. Education should have nothing to do with this. Money should have nothing to do with the ability to question and examine ones society and, more importantly, ones self.
All who are willing should be onboard. We must dedicate ourselves to this cause.
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| work on a new short story has begun! look for the trailer soon!
in other news, I still forget to write on this thing.
today I picked a flower
the flower was mighty blue.
when I picked this flower
into my mind it blew.
o! cigarette smoke is nasty
and toxic to my air,
pollutin, high falutin,
like a frosty bear.
no longer do I do it,
for the wind is mighty cold,
ripon wisconsin I love you
you'll stay with me till i'm old
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| I have decided to use this thing once again. I do not know why, but lately I have had the urge to write at certain times, very odd times, usually when I am not next to a computer, but what the hell, that happens. My hope is that the urge will stay with me long enough for me to get back here and write something, or to just force it, and write like hell, because sometimes that works best. I am using xanga as a mechanism for writing in a chronological fashion. It's for myself more than for anyone else, really, but hell, I don't care who reads my work.
I am in college now. I am at Ripon College, in Ripon, WI. It's about an hour north of Madison, Wisconsin's capital, and about an hour northwest of Milwaukee, Wisconsin's largest city. It is a very small, quiet town, with a historic downtown that I like very much and also a main drag with all of your big stores and McDonalds. I like having the main drag, because it is sort of out of the way almost, at least it is in relation to the campus. The historic downtown, however, is a stones throw away. It's a very good balance, I think.
Anyway, I don't know what I want to write right now. I kind of want to play video games. I have been doing that a lot recently. I have been doing well in school too. I have been getting drunk a lot too. I like this place. I can call it home without reserve. My mother city stays with me, though. I miss St. Louis.
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