I received 3 emails:
FROM JOEL:
I've defied myself to compare the word and the action, the challange, as I find it, has nulled itself, caught a thread on a precariously hammered and rusted nail, for the two subject that I call into question has amalgamated, a priest called fusion prenounced them partners, though not recognized by the constitution, as I write, as I am writing, I'm acting out words, the action of reading may follow, I may allow myself to employ the verb of to speak to verbalize the subtle dualism between the two, a cyclopse puppet is peacefully picking perennials, he is brough into motion by the puppeteer and another may speak for him whilst reading the telepromptor, through coordination the stringed mannequin comes to life, both word and action are predicated on and manifestations of an idea, in this way they become vehicles for expressions that come from within either as a response or an initiation, an iridescent feild is home to many colours to calculate the amount of possibilities would be the only action beyond it's barbed-wire fencing, indescriminate exploration is a multi-faceted deity, she has, through her unmethodical stringency become Mussolini lost in a trance of meditative enlightenment, and me, I've become a beautifully woven Persian tapestry, I've become a cluster-fuck shit storm.
joel likes the BABYSHAMBLES so
FROM COLBY:
its getting out of hand with these shootings in Toronto... the most recent one was the 74th homocide with a firearm this year. It happened when a car salesman wouldn't cut down the price on a vehicle so the man buying the car pulled out a gun and shot the salesman... without taking the car he left.
I only see this getting worse when watching of the attitudes and actions of high school students. This thought occurred while on a friday night when my 15 year old sister had a small gathering of 15 to 18 year old students at my house involving a 26er of smirnoff and 4 labbatt blues. I was just hanging out downstairs to avoid the commotion but had to come up when it was getting a little loud. So I come up introduce myself and start talking to two of my sisters more intelligent, reasonable and long term friends. While chatting three guys come in, two of them come in and friendly enough give the "Sup dog?" and "If your nadias bro than your a brother man cuz she a homie for life." I find their psuedo character comical but friendly nonehteless. The third comes up and says "holla at your boy!" with his hand pumping the classic hiphop gun and walks out. I continue talking with the two reasonable young lads in the kitchen and after the conversation runs dry I go into the living room pick up my guitar and lazily strum while I lazily shoot the shit with some random dudes sitting on my couch. The "Holla at your boy" fellow them comes in steps right to my face starts talking and honestly all I could make out was "Dont fuck with me, gang, young ones, joining, I got your back, holla at you boy and don't mess with one ones." The rest of the words were slurred together, partly from intoxication but for the most part I think because the guy has some ganster speech impetiment/slur when he's not drunk. So I respond "I don't understand you at all"
he responds, "Oh.... i'm joing a gang on monday call,"The Young Ones"
I shrug my shoulders and say,"I don't care"
he walks away.
Ten minutes late, "holla at your boy" is causing some trouble threatening to beat the shit of some because he tapped him on the head as part of a fun patronization. I tell the guy to relax and if there is gonna be a fight then he's gonna have to leave. "H.a.y.b." I sitting down with his head in his hands saying in anger, "fuck yo, holla at your boy, young ones yo, don't fuck around, holla at your boy" and "I'm pissed right now" followed by "Young ones, fuck, holla at your boy."
I left at him knowing that if there is any trouble he's getting booted and the fact that the guy he wanted to fight is huge and a really good friend of my sisters... so I trust that he would keep things under control. (which he did) The only other thing that I didn't like about the nightwas when one other kid proclaimed he liked guns more than girls. Half of the people agreed and the other half said no but added in that there is nothing sexier than a girl with a gun.
so this situation didn't get out of control but I can't see the situation in Toronto getting better if people like "Holla at your boy" and other fifty cent wannabes continue to appear in society and integrated into adulthood with the attitude that if someone even nudges them the wrong way, their on the way to round up their gangs and or shoot. The man who commited the 74th homocide of the year with a firearm in Toronto chose the latter and somehow the nex day a group of high school students are praising guns and making it seem as if people like the carsaleman murderer should be someone to look up to.
colby is constantly hitting girls that look like
paris hilton (by MU)
FROM DAVE:
i warn you i have be come a bit of a heath nut i only like butter and not lofat creamcheese i only like whole wheet pasta made with all of the wheet i talk endlessly with my friends about how great i feel after my powershake in the morrning and a round of golf in the midday slump. i only eat steem on wednesdays i can eat the liver of any animal i chose but only 2 and a half ounces. i count carbs and make sugur lists and calculate my body fat persentage dayly i have a goal weight and a cold turky attitude and pictures of other peoples problem on the fridge i have a skin condition and a thyroid problem and a water wing craving i am on a diet but it feals like im underneath one iam every one who has ever been tould that they are unhealthy or unattractive i am the recepiant and the distributor i am the disorder
dave had sex before. so:
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