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I drove to the moon last week day.
I danced with the Aliens.
And had sex with the Stars.
There famous you know?
Millions of them.

-Moby

Even though nothing i just said will mean anything to you and most definitely not make sens.
I think its clever. i recite it and feel cool. im messed up. i know. but at least im able to show it off rather than write it in my journal where it never gets the chance to come out and take a breath. this is to all the people blogging here for Nelsons class that aren't singing in their own voices. you know who you are. write what you think, feel and act. not what will get you comets, stolen lines and hall of fame. im getting tired of reading blog posts that are intellectual mind boggling deep and heavy. dont get me wrong i love to deep think about things. look at some of my posts for instance. But i feel like there needs to be more joy and joking smothered in you weird reality that you personally call life. yeah i might not know who you really are. but i know that we all are weird. and that it is more fun to write it the way it sounds in out heads than the way that makes it look good.


 i want to see you. the weird, real you.
sing in you own voice, it might not be prettier but it will be you.
and people will ether love or hate you for being you. But once that's happened write for those who love you for you. because the rest don't matter.

-Moby