This entry in the tomes that mobs will one day hoist aloft and procaim as their sacred texts is dedicated to an album that feels absolutely perfect tonight.
I started humming Brick on the walk back from the library and before I knew it was yanked ever so overwhelmingly into the past. Now I'm sitting here reading Marx and having to stop myself every so often from jumping up and down on my imaginary brown trampoline and swinging a putter nanometers from a cloudy old fluorescent.
Fuck, I'm back in school now and I know it.
On a lighter note, David and I have come up with a great concept for radio show personalities, should this whole college bit fall through. "Mornings with Peter and BIZ-BAZ". This concept basically revolves around the idea that David will provide nearly incoherent shit, to which I will add cheesy radio-man voice. Provided that the double-perk lives to see our mutual academic demises, we'll have the finest chemistry on radio. If anyone else is interested in becoming a part of the Peter and BIZ-BAZ regular lineup, they should feel free to petition via comments.
BRAIN TAMPON: MARX, WHATEV AND EV AMEN, COMBINATORICS...
AMONG US COUNTDOWN: 5 months or so, I really don't have a calendar.
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Can I be Stuttering Smokey, the mentally deficient guy who tries to make sense of Biz-Baz's inchoerent jibba jabba, but merely suceeds in making it less understandable and causing himself great ridicule?
consider it done, welcome aboard
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