Ottins

Strange. The world was just a blur. My head feels like it is filled with too much sand.

The shaman is in my mind. My scent is a reminder.

David has not exchanged any words with Hank today. Extremely abnormal.

"John Bon Jovi, you see what happens? You fuck around your whole life, the you end up in a crap hole like me."

I've almost fallen asleep more times than I ever have within the last 24 hours.

Things are slowly progressing. Burnstein is building things to make smooth, flowing shots. David and Hank are excited to have Tea Time with everyone. Tuesday will be golden.

RKK will have progress this week. Dave and I need to keep disrupting moms to survive.

Things are coming. I cannot stress this enough.

I cannot wait.

Spoiler: Louise won't be having Tea with Hank.

Rest is for wimps.

-Jon

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Lifter'd

Hand solo. Pay me in wine. We need more gigs.

Grown.

Spoiler: No right.

-Jon

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Standoutish

Are you seriously talking about the French Revolution? That was so 18th century.

Louise, the opposite of opposite is same. Hank and Louise are a smart pear. You really must try one soon. Ruthiegoosie bought some, and one was meant to be set aside. However, it didn't work out the way I have had planned. You still don't know.

I G NOIR.

David stopped crying once he got his hot pumpkin juice. Let life breathe now. Stop trying to make it happen all at once. Time does not exist without a reason.

MOSES MAJOSIS AND YOURS TRULY MUST JOIN FORCES ONCE AGAIN. RKK NEEDS YOUR LOVING AND TOUCHING.

I hold dear to the present. I'm admiring the future. I hope this isn't a peak.

Hopey slopey.

UGH GOD WILL BE SOON. THE FILE WILL BE SENT.

$1,500 for an oscillator?

More things will be coming soon. Talked to a manly man about some more music video opportunities. Details in further posts...

And so the "days of freedom" come to a screeching halt. Back to my personal slavery tomorrow.

Spoiler: SALLY SAILED SADLY ON CINDY'S SHIPS SAXAPHONE CELLPHONE.

Be kind, behind.

-Jon

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Lightning Cake

Our ideas and hopes are slowly forming with reality. These things were only conversations last year, but now they are here. One whole year is all it took.

THE LIGHTS CAME.

We have almost everything now. Something amazing will be birthed from these things soon, just be patient. Our minds race with new ideas daily.

Dave and I lit some things, and dimmed others. It was a good night.

This feverishness won't go home. Your stay has been too long.

Tea Time is a stress monster as of right now. Dave reassures me he is not worried, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is. I don't care about your stars.

Louise, you have to eat your pizza now. Do I have a typical American spine?

We might drive somewhere far for David's birthday since The Lubemaster won't switch days with me. I'm so sorry.

This is being posted earlier than usual. Clothing and I must drive early tomorrow, so a good amount of sleep is needed.

RKK went nowhere today. God decided to cry on all of us. Disappointed, but still optimistic. I trying patience. These things work best in time. I have to call the Angel soon and schedule a play date. Once we have a nice day looking through eyes from 1988.

I still get worried. I know we're solid, but I worry constantly. Sorry.

I just go off on this thing.



This weekend does not appeal to me.

Spoiler: Dave is "hovering" an apple in that picture.

Live for no one.

-Jon

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Dinzers

Dave and I filmed a musical performance tonight. It is not the "Smack that Hoe" opera, but we should still be payed in wine.

Stabbed in the gut.

Curdo played his lil heart out tonight! He made us so proud<3. Hulk Smash. I was extremely impressed. The audio is being sent to us on Monday, so the video should be up sometime next week.

UGH, GOD IS COMING TOO!!!!!!!! SOON!!!

STAB

I have to personally thank the stars for making Dave go back to normal. Finally stopped crying like a little wah wah stupid fatty baby child. He's had a couple loose screws lately, and I blame the person that unscrewed them. Great circumstances with the wrong intentions. She's blind.

Dave threw the apples, I took the photographs. Laughing while the moms embrace technology is not acceptable. My volume increases without realization. I apologize in advance for yelling if I am to meet you in person. The left ear rings constantly. However, I do not answer it. That one's for you, Lou.

Michael Michelangelo gave us the O.K. today! Thank you so much for your seventy dollar conversation. Louise and I will drink tea just as Dave had with his blind date. We know each other.

Testing the waters tomorrow. Nervous and anxious. RKK is controlling, yet we lack the controller. Cloudy will help with the knobulars. With the heavenly help of ANGELS, we plan on scratching everything manually. I want to keep everything as raw as possible.

IN OTHER NEWS WE WELCOME FRISKY DOG TO THE COLLECTIVE.

We hope your ears of gold and sweet heart will enjoy meshing minds with us.

Sorry for not making your welcome large, Burnstein.

Our short film Loud Young is being submitted to the Bucks Fever Film Festival in October! We'll post more details if the accept it or not. Newtown is too bright.

"A photographic representation of Dave's mood."
By Angry McMom-o

We have some great things to come! We haven't been more excited!

BREAKING NEWS: SOULPATCH=GONE

I applaud you once again.

Spoiler: Framed VHS tomorrow for a static sound.

Give your love for free.

-Jon

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& A Galloping Guardian

Tungsten will make us love. We'll do anything to help the visibility.

I saw too many galaxies for my own good. It keeps growing. Eternal expansion.

Dave, have fun being a man one year ago.

A gunshot rang through my area tonight. I keep thinking about psychologists.

Why'd you leave?

Spoiler: Schedules.

-Jon

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Space Ripper

Self portrait of Jon Vaders
by Untitled

If someone does one thing one way, it may work. If it works, it will be copied. Everyone should try originality. Hopping on trains may lead to death. Harsh, but this offense is immense.

I ask for no apologies, just a discontinued style. I would never do that to you.

This "blob+future internet sensation" has changed my thought process radically. I now base my entire day up to this point listing things in my mind to vomit into the cyber universe. Symbols, RKK, and Boxoblog are the only things enveloping me as of right now.

Dave hates single words. He also hates the word single. Keep worrying, it'll only dig the hole deeper. Like Burnstein and I said, think if we were you. Stay yourself!

Oh, by the way, we welcome Burnstein to the lovely collective. We hope that this renaissance man will enjoy creating contraptions that will help captive YOUR attention. Our love will only blossom.

I spoke with the Angel today, while Dave was awaiting his halo, go figure, about the static of life. He will speak with the Clouds, and we will hopefully have knobbed boxes and a distorted nature created by their own fleshy blood.

Louise, we need to prepare for T. Well, not too much. Only I care. You're aways in the envelope.

Watch for the spoiler on Thursday. It won't be zippy lined, because that's Burnsteins job, but it should be all right.

Ugh, God has been masterminded. Now I only have to master mind it.

What will be smashed on Wednesday?

The third day of repetition has come to an end. How does one live repeatedly? I wouldn't. I am unable to function like that.

The shaman said his farewells. I had to keep my tears in my eyes. Time flew while you were here, and I can only hope it will while you are not. It is unable to fully grasp and understand the density of my appreciation of our friendship. It has not been matched.

The world left yesterday with that child singing for millions.

Maturing is thinking.

Spoiler: Held against your face.

-Jon

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