Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Idiomas de mis suenos.




It is so god damn mother fucking strange. She is so far away and we were so close. Now, we look at each others pictures and write notes to one another but we don't know each other anymore. I want to visit all the people I miss. Each one their own character and each one now living their lives completely differently than the next. I remember how she would laugh and with a look of innocent shock say, "Hay!! Boluuudda!" after I would speak. I always saying something obscure and out of her cultural boundaries. We loved each other intensely. I hope we'll see each other again soon.




Naropa seems so far away and like a step of total ignorance on my part. I could go to U of B for the equivalent of what Naropa is for just one year. That is truly ridiculous. And I guess place shouldn't matter but it does to me even if I don't want it to. I fucking hated UMBC. I hated the buildings, I hated the teachers, I hated the shit people said in class. But maybe I was just in a generally hateful place then and I could get better at not being such a dick. Then again, I want to be with people who are consciously making the decision to take themselves out of the general population and instead, are opting to live in a different sort of community. I like the idea that everyone there has probably felt rejected and shunned from most of the rest of society.






In other news.


The debates lit my cigarette last night. Not cuz they were that great...just because I want to marry Obawsome. I had this stupid grin stuck on my face whenever he spoke. Yup, that man was speaking to ME personally. I think it's about time for some new countries though, ya know? I mean, we're all so done with all the ones that currently exist. We've all sucked and failed and shit man, lets make a new one. A fucking cool one that you have to write some great essay to get in and fuck passports and shit as long as you bring some beer and a really good attitude. It would be great. Things would be chill and beautiful and we could ignore the rest of the world and make out and smoke blunts and grow...food.




31,7500 or some mierda. I wish bartering still existed here...I'd sell all my shit and then go.

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