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it's been aa while coming, but I am alive. Right now I am eighteen hundred and ten percent. In a week and a half I will be in montreal. After that I will bein the GTA, hanging with my compadres, in my former homeland. That is what is pushingme at the moment.Looking forward to seeing the people who made up the past qc++...

Retrospective.. prospective.. here we go.. out of sight, out of mind, I hope not.. la-la-la-la hopefully it doesn't matter, because I thought I was done with that and nintendo seems cooler than you could possibly comprehend. AE gone crazy, as affirmed by a third capital P, so any possibility of doubt has been ixnayed my friend.

Last weekend I was in the weird double you suburbs of southern aych town and I ate sick sushi, drank massif quantities then lost said sushi in bushes that have seen their fair share of my contemporaries. The coolest thing about hanging with optyx is the fact that you can just fucking relax and be yourself. The second coolest thing about hanging is everyone that lives with him, just being themselves. The third coolest thing is that when you're about to pass out, you have the most amazing prose life imagined half typed into your sidekick, and myspace rejects it and you delete the post.. unmatched expressions..lost forever before they were even concieved.

The underscored chapter of my next life begins tomorrrow. What the eff? Can you keep a secret? so can i, so you'll just have to wait.

I realized something yesterday. What I was missing, was one of those things that no longer existed, like the sabre-tooth, except less pointed. I was called out on an accident and it came full thrust. You. I. There is no I in you, and that is for the best.

I miss nothing, as I am attentive. There is pasta in the refrigerator.

Wednesday morning, I fear yet look forward to you. From this point onwards, every wednesday I will be there, here and broadcast.

Cheers.

yo.