An Explanation

This is something.

But what it is we do not know.

All we know is that it will eventually be something else entirely.

But for now, this is all that this particular something is.

We hope you enjoy it.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

A Post Script

did you write your congressman yet?

Volume

Volume Volume Volume

Writing cannot keep up with the frenetic pace of the mind.

Volume Volume Volume

If you say enough, eventually you’ll get lucky and stumble upon something profound. Volume.

Even at twenty I compose in 6-point font to ensure nobody is reading over my shoulder.

I still think someone is anyway. VOLUME.

It’s not only loud, its massive.

But it doesn’t have to be because it could be of minimal density. Mass is not volume unless it’s all the same density.

Freedom is the freedom to say density is important. That granted, all else follows.

I’m afraid people don’t get my references.

I’m afraid I’m too referential.

Volume Volume VOLUME.

When you make ten eleven it seems to sound louder, but around seven is too much for the circuits to handle and the speaker blows out.

Volme?

Volme is not a word, but it is an important concept.

VOLUME Volume volume.

Volume.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

AHHHHH

KAYLA YOU CAME!

leonarynimoytomatosouppsychologyreadygo.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

AHHHH!

STEBE YOU CAME!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Snowy But Useless

Is what philly can be in the winter time. Most of the time it's just cold.

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

All I Need

The assignment (assigned by my walking self) is to make a list of Things That I Would Not Want to Be Without/ Things I Need to Be Happy.

Then I realize my material needs vary by the season.
Here's what I'd run away with in the Summer.

1. Skateboard.
2. A Camera.
3. A Book
4. A Guitar
5. A Car
6. Some blank paper and a pen

And in the Winter

1. Snowboard and all the trimmings.
2. Warm clothes
3. A Camera
4. A Book
5. A Guitar
6. And a Car


That list has a good ring to it-- A camera, a book, a guitar and a car.

good rhythm and good rhymes spell out a future of good times.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Hey Joe

Where you goin' with that
gun in your hand?