i see you mr. head bob, bobbin your head to the beat. it's okay with me, you can bob your head, even when it's horrible and unrhythmic. you can continue on, moving off-beat, shaking my bus seat. shaking it so methodically that a frequency so bad ass make the stars align and the deflate like old sun baked basketballs. venus, mercury, earth and then flat tire. the earthquake in sichuan wasn't really a seismic disruption that collapsed more than half the metropolitan area. it wasn't plate-tectonics that took a quarter million lives in one week. it was actually some twerp on the 301 to downtown that decided it would be enjoyable to get his groove on, stick in some ear buds and bob his cranium to Abba Gold.
About Me
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- I believe in idea-organisms. A blog is the perfect way to feed such a creature. Maybe it's not so biological, but an idea does need to be fed and nurtured (spread). If it's not I who posts a blog, someone else will, which takes away from the symbiotic relationship. If the interweb gives and gives to me, but I only bogart, thats not so nice... Here is to a wonderful relationship of regurgitating information to be regurgitated again.
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