Back from a night at u4ia.  Trendy "raver" bar.  I'm not a raver, and I would take offense to even being categorized as one.  I love the music.  Most of it anyway.  None of this happy hard-core shit though.  Too happy.  Hard pumping bass is what I crave when I want to dance.  I'm also completely fucked right now.  And I'm having the hardest time typing this out.  This could be my shortest stream yet.  I'm not feeling all that intelligent, and I know I'm just going on about nothing in preticular, so why continue?

    Why?  Because of you.  The loyal readers...(sean).  So, on to whatever it was I was thinking 2 seconds ago.  Of course, I don't quite remember what that is at this point.  I'm trying so hard to concentrate on using the backspace key minimally.  That didn't make sense.  What i Mean to say is that I'm fucking up quite a bit while typing, and this seems to be taking a horribly long time.  I don't know if anyone besides sean and karen will ever read this shit, but if you do, I'm really sorry that it doesn't make any sense whatsoever.  What is the longest sentence ever typed?  Have you ever wondered that?  I mean, I don't mean a run-on sentence, but one that just doesn't require breaks in it.  I don't know.  Makes no sense to me either.  Random thoughts that consume my brain.

    It's a hell of a good thing that I don't do acid.  I don't think I could handle that.  I would think of all the horror stories that I've been told about (giant ostriches and telephone booths...hmmm...no thank you).  I would trip way too hard.  Pot is the only thing for me I think  And I seem to be letting my smoke burn on again.  FAWK.  I need to quit lighting them before I star writing.  But it's starting to become a ritual.  As I have some wonderful Plastikman playing in the back ground.  It's just awesome.  I can't wait until my friend Karen and I move out.  Her stereo kicks major fucking ass.  and to have those speakers hooked up to my computer would be damn sweet.  Oh yeah baby....*orgasm*

    Yes, an online orgasm.  Or maybe I should just call it a joygasm.  You know, I just noticed that I didn't take a drag of my smoke yet, so excuse me for a few seconds....karen seems to love richie hawtin.  She's joygasming on my damn futon.  Blah blah blah.  I love karen.  She's sexai.  No, i really mean that.  She's kewl....this music is majorly playing with me...and now it's over and I'm just not feeling the need to write anymore.  I mean, I'd like to but...music is so important....stoping for smokes is one thing, but stopping to play music just will not work I'm afraid...w.ell...we'll see...hang on....okay, venga boys in place.  It's all good.....can I keep going?  Will i save the day with my stoned ramblings about nothing important....with the godamn fucking venga boys playing!?!?!  I must be messed.  3:30am, I'd say so.  Anyway...um....long enough stream I think....I'm just...at a lossssssss...for words...can't drag on anymore...SMOKE...yum.  *uNf's to all*