Sábado 5 de Noviembre 2005
10 y pico
Everything in its right place. So we can look at it. so that our visitors and people that come and go can look at it too. everything in its right place. the right place doesn’t always coincide with what we have to do. the people that come and go won’t necessarily use this correct placing of things, it is more an aesthetic thing. so that they can see that I put everything in its right, beautiful place. So that things match. so that it is all in some sort of nice, unusable order. isomorphism in the space around us. Everything in its right place as an expression of individuality and good taste. It is agreed, somewhere outside of me, what the right placing of things is. Because, somehow, my placing of things is subject to other’s criticism. And other people’s placing of things is subject to my criticism too. So somehow these things cancel themselves out: profit to market. And I want to be recognized by my good taste and my good placing of things. isomorphism in our thought patterns. Good taste and good placing of things is also decided elswhere:
ride the mode,
set the trend,
follow quickly
lag behind ,
make your own (illusion),
stay outside be criticized.
My Space, the way I want it. I pay for it, it’s mine. I buy things to put in the space I pay for because it can’t be empty. I buy things I’ll never use. I take care of these things and keep them clean. I have to keep it all a certain way to be happy. I have to keep it a certain way so that you’re happy too, or at least, so that I can imagine you’re happy. because something out of its place will upset the whole world. and there is really no logic or utility behind the placing of things, so we move them around to find better places and they move us out of our places to look for more, out of our moods when they are not in the right place. thank you oh master of space and the placing of things for letting me bring one of the 6, empty chairs of our dining table to my computer so that I can write this crap.

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Del '79 says:
empty your trash
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
no es el trash, son las vainas nuevas!
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
no he tenido chance de bajar to
Del '79 says:
yeah but you have to empty the trash out too
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
ahi entre y vi to lo que hay, y lo tengo que bajar
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
it's empty
Del '79 says:
thats crazy
Del '79 says:
wht about your sen folder?
(۞ Đ messes around with his folders)
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
shitzer! eso era
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
bajo a 65%
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
que me perdi
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
?
Del '79 says:
un tro de vaina
Del '79 says:
i dont even know
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
wuss, eto no ta facil, demasiadas vainas!
Del '79 says:
jajajja
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
papers due, too much classes to cut and to go to
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
exams coming up
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
hoy viejo ni me levante.
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
eran taaaantas vainas que me inhibi por completo.
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
just curled under the covers
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
me levante a las 3. el dia gris. ya a las 4 era de noche...
Del '79 says:
jajaja
Del '79 says:
esa vaina de q baja el sol en la tarde me tiene detiboriao
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۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
eta gente tan tota, prendieron el aire full
Del '79 says:
y pa que?
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
se me congela la baba pedaleando pa veni pa k...
Del '79 says:
q abran una ventana
Del '79 says:
oh
Del '79 says:
i get it
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
el aire central wuss! que se yo pa que prenden esa vaina! que se yo pa que la gente vive aqui!
Del '79 says:
jajajjaja
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
yo un settler en los 1600 o cuando sea que fue
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
veo que viene ese frio y tu crees que me voy a quedar? pal sur compadre
Del '79 says:
claro
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
quizas me pase 1 año, porque es duro dique tase mundando con esa vaina encendia.. pero el siguiente invierno, pa que?
۞ Đ dawn of the cosmic day says:
atento a casa de madera y recogedera de leña? wuss, eto no ta pa galletica.. ahi ta cayendo un aguacero ahora queso no tiene madre
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