It is a truth universally acknowledged that you must never play long time no see with your old jeans. But as with most universal truths, we do punga. We like to be r3baLLyus. We ignore them. (We like to go all Dee Dee on them and question these truths, “What does this button do?” for instance.) Don’t do it. They’re there for a fucking good reason bro. So don’t forget that old jeans are kings, don’t let them be kings in exile. Upon rediscovery, you will have your butt to thank you. My butt thanked me today. I thanked my old jeans. And the whole passing on of gratitude and goodness, it’s a good feeling.
(Which reminds me of that idea about some global/universal cool thing happening. It’s a ridiculously stupid idea that some one incident could happen that would make each and every person on this planet at least slightly happier. How stupid, right? (You’re stoopid, you’re stoopid, and don’t forget, you’re stoooopid – high fives to Dexter). I wish that it wasn’t stupid. And I wish that the universality wouldn’t make it thankless. I wish, I wish.)
(Which reminds me of primary school grammar time: I wish, you wish, he wishes, she wishes, it wishes, we wish, you wish, they wish.)
(Which reminds me of ijtimaai duas, and how we did frequent ijtimaai duas in school for rain)
(Which reminds me I am no longer in school, and okay, I’ll say it in the same damn bracket – you’re welcome – that it reminds me also that I’m going to Bennington and that I never again have to go to “school” school)
(Sorry, but all this reminding crap reminds me of that link game; now Raano plays it)
Anyway, this has led to much freedom. And most likely this is what led to today’s fuckload of brilliant Ideas/exercise. It was also the zinc in the pumpkin seeds. (Everyone reading this: EAT THEM. LEAVE EVERYTHING, NOW, START EATING AND DON’T FUCKING STOP)
Anyway. Still got it.
(Which line reminds me of that article in that ancient Reader’s Digest about the prisoner who said you can take away my every freedom but you cannot take away my freedom to smile. Which also reminds me of Jerry Maguire, which by the way, is an AWESOME movie. Which also reminds me that somebody once told me: you mustn’t laugh too much or too hard (excess of anything is bad) and that you cry by the same amount that you laugh (balance/ tit for tat)
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Um, wtf. Not only has this caused irreparable mindfuck (I am going to remember this all my life) but IT ACTUALLY KEEPS HAPPENING (is an azaab). VUTT IZ DIZ? It does not go upon shoo, and thankyouverymuch, but with my bechari limited long-term memory, I would like to remember something cooler. So what is that one thing I would choose to remember all my life? Who the FUCK knows? Just not that.)
(This then reminds me I’m thinking I might want a palm reading done. But as per usual, I think and I think. Barey mana kartey hain.)
(Which reminds me I wish The Elders would know that they/we/I/he/she/it/you don’t have to keep it together all the time. Also to please stop doing tunnz on me. You guys are pretty solid at it, yes, but – yes it’s funny – but sometimes, just sometimes, keep it far hence.)
Anyway, the Ideas are quite honestly epic. That is all I can say about them and I hope you are confused. I must admit though: I’m quite concerned that there may have been some preemptive plagiarism, and that Huayu might sue us after all. But shit, NSKY, AZ1, AZ2 and yours truly were truly fucking brilliant today. And I just realized, if we had thought of them in March, we could have called them Ideas of March, and that would have been pretty cool. Alternately, some creative use of dramatic time could be made.
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I’m running out of adjectives. I did long time see with both old jeans and new blog. Blogs really are narcissistic. I really like Helvetica but it’s most zindabad when huge. Funny fact, when you google “open salon” this props up among other things. Google’s a joker. Should this all be in brackets? Separate brackets? All of today’s music turned out to be ultimately unbearable. Like everything else. And here, I will stop today’s morbidity. That’s all folks. Good night and good luck. Toodles.


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