I can make flowers explode
only leaving behind me
fresh new fields of dan-de-lions

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wake up

two scoops of raisins
fuck you Ralph Benmergui
don't get myself killed
coffee
but i don't wanna do any work
mang, we've skipped [insert class here] all week tho
last period calculus?
i love these laaaazy [insert day of the week here]
coffee
but i don't wanna do [insert assignment, essay or deep inner desire here]
ooh, pretty lights on the telly/screen

sleep

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so, where are you?

Me? I'm at a broken down landromat somewhere along St. Clair West.

uh... why?

because I got cold. see, in my neighbourhood there was a blackout. I, naturally, left my house thirsting for adventure. I wanted to see the stars and idle major intersections and, above all, embark on the quiet and anxious comradship that only glitches in urban electrical grids seem able to yield.
of course, the blackout turned out to be literally only within a 2 block radius of my house. faced with either going back home, sitting in the dark, facing a wall and quietly waiting until I passed out due to boredom OR heroicly braving the well lit but somewhat icy sidewalks in my pursuit of a non-starbucks coffehouse, I picked the obvious choice.

that's why I have spent the past 15 minutes contemplating in a most bovine fashion the manner in which a light blue eiderdown is capable of revolving in a red, vandalised industrial strength drying machine, but not before I had performed several acts of poetry using only the words from a yellowed piece of paper on the wall opposite to the machines that informed anyone interested that We have increased the drier times by 8 minutes for an extra .25 We listen to your complaints The Management

you gave up on searching for a non-starbucks coffee place?

oh, nah. I'm sure they are out there.
I just haven't found one yet.

You should plot a conspiracy at least once in your lifetime.

It's rather simple, actually.
First, think of the horribly illegal thing you want to do. Usually, this *has* to involve blowing something big up or killing someone important (we're trying to build a conspiracy here, not something original or anything).

Find blueprints (and circle infrastructures, exit routes and structural weaknesses), take dozens of photos (preferably on black and white 8x10s), make elaborate plans labeled A through D (all indepent of each other, each containing a copy of said blueprints plus maps and mission statements, preferably taking different routes).

Type up different stories on why said deed must be commited.
Add a list of plausible situations you might find before the deed is committed and ways of getting out of it.

Make a list of music to listen while committing certain deed (and make sure you include full albums, song lengths and total time of the playlist must an exact number).

Make a list of codenames.




Then put all of the above in one of those long brown envelopes and leave it in the subway or in a bus.

Das school has started.
Das school is das boring.

Das hiffy has got roughly 130 ish phoyos he's waaay too lazy to develop.
Das development is boring. And cancernogenic.

*moglenstar is the shit.

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