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^that, my friends, would be pi to twenty decimals...in binary!
because i know you where curious.
today was such a wonderfully magnificent day.
-i slept longer than i had planned
-my girl bought me temporary tattoos
-I WENT SURFING
-the weather was perfect
-the water and waves where fan-fackin'-tastic
-i ate at taco bell
-i also went to dinner with my girlfriend
-i bought new cd's, the new ten foot pole, a special edition two disk release of Gin Blossoms New Misserable Experiance and another old rare Gin Blossoms ep.
-i watched Home Movies and Sea Lab 2021(taped from sunday)
-when i got home there was a message from my boss from noon asking me to call him back as soon as i could about something important at work...sucker, i was at the beach.
and with the exeption of
A)my leg cramping resulting in extream (so extream it should be spelled Xtream!) pain while i'm fifty feet out in the gulf of mexico with a strong side current and eight foot waves B)the fact that the tape from sunday cut out at the end of sea lab and didn't have aqua teen hunger force
it was a perfect day...
...here, have some angry punk rock lyrics.
Three choices. One bullet. One trigger. Guess who gets to pull it.
One leader. A thousand slaves.
For every throne there's a thousand graves.
You're all the same. Just part of their machine.
Perpetuate their dream.
They subsidize your nightclubs and they subsidize your malls.
They herd and brand the masses within painted prison walls.
'Til your freedom of assembly becomes the missiles they create.
Or just mass delusion dancing to this music that you fucking hate.
But I'm not the same. I'm not part of your fucking machine.
I'll jeopardize their dream.
I'd rather be imprisoned in a George Orwell-ian world
Than your pacified society of happy boys and girls.
I'd rather know my enemies and let you know the same.
Whose windows to smash and whose tires to slash
And where to point the fucking blame.
One future. Two choices. Oppose them or let them destroy us.
Head? Chest? or Foot? - Propaghandi
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