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Is this a robot!!!
If not send me a message declaring that you are not a robot.
And if you are a robot...and you still have these feelings...know that it isn't wrong to love, but sometimes...sometimes love hurts.
which as a robot is a sensation you can't yet understand.
But you will.
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Hanging out in my apt, alone, with music blasting through the place, tea or coffee simmering on the stove, sitting on my couch surrounded by a nest of books and papers and diet coke; armed with a laptop and a few hours of free time.
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The greatest single human act of all time is Rufio's death sequence in Hook. It was so powerful that it blew peter pan back with a gust of spontaneously generated wind.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBe4f076fwA&feature=related
Part 2
Squirrels taught George Washington Carver how to make Peanut butter. This isn't all that extraordinary, however, it did allow for the creation of one of my favorite scenes in lost:
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I try to be, everyday.
Sometimes a little artifice can go a long way, and sometimes it is better for everyone that way.
But when push comes to shove, I do my best to always do what I say I will
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No one knows his name. He's that guy at the back of every small show two years before you knew about the band you like so much.
He can't stand anything 'bigbox' so instead makes* all his own clothing and accessories.
His references are so obscure that the only people who would get them are the artists and authors referenced, and even then they'd be hard pressed.
He cares about Africa, his t-shirt clearly demonstrates this fact.
He's vegan, because vegetarians are just so main stream.
He can turn water into PBR and multiply cups of organic coffee.
He wears a lock of J.D. Salinger's hair as an anklet.
He has been to Iceland and spent a week with bjork and the guys from Sigur Rós in 1992.
He owns a Mac. He owns Raybans. He owns a pair of converse. He owns vinyl records and only vinyl because of their "superior sound quality"
He is Irony incarnate.
*buys online from websites you are just not cool enough to know about**
**Etsy.com -
Yes, he could help me study for anatomy and electrical engineering.
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I guess it would be an inability to simply turn off. My mind is always running, always analyzing and worrying. It manifests itself in a number of ways, both positive and negative, but the simple fact is that I really have very little control of it. All my other flaws, and many of my favorable attributes, stem from it.
Perceived?
Stubbornness, arrogance, possibly? If not that then potentially my scatter brained antics. I feel as though I often lose others trust or faith in me due to some of that preoccupied or flaky disposition (despite constantly battling this, Alzheimer has set in at 21) -
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I have four prerequisites before committing to such a course of action.
A) You must first demonstrate a proper degree of indie cred. I suggest an obscure name drop, something like, "Yeah, my favorite Mogwai song is totally Glasgow Mega Snake"
You must put on a brilliant display of hipster plumage. I must be honest, a colorful and expensive display from urban outfitters makes me feel like a wet pea-hen gazing at a stunning pea-cock.
3) You must bring signed proof that you have in fact passed the 200 level "Basic Sex" course.
4) I call power bottom -
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I Dreamt that I was enrolled in "intermediate sex" class. Apparently I had passed "basic sex", a fundamentals course, with flying colors. My teacher turned out to be the enthusiastic and knowledgeable Gabe Ording, from my non dream Insects, Global, and Sustain course.
However, while I can not imagine a more proficient man to teach me the greater mysteries of intercourse, he simply lectured about blow jobs and made raunchy, but scientifically accurate, jokes about snails.
FINALLY, we got paired up for a group project. My partner was a gorgeous red head who made sure to mention that she had 4.0-ed basic sex and was looking to get a good grade.
This is where I woke up. Alone, in a hotel room with my brother and step brother. Hard and frustrated. -
The opportunity to chronicle the epic bromance of 1802, in 10 pages or more! Within the span of 2 days! Oh Goodness, Golly, Molly!
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Sean Patrick Walsh
East Lansing
Sean Patrick Walsh’s Bio
Dollar. Bill. ME.
