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some asshole named phillip
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| I close my eyes and I am gone. |
[Aug. 2nd, 2009|12:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | delphia-freddie hubbard | ] |
I've been drinking more tea than coffee lately because my throat has perpetually felt as if I've swallowed a pine cone somewhere along the way. It's as uncomfortable as it sounds.
Mary Beth had a show at the Dragon's Den last night, so we spent some time drifting around Frenchman street. Fell into one place, called the Apple Barrel. It was dank, tiny, and beautiful. I couldn't tell if the bartender was an asshole or a junkie. It didn't really matter though. However, the beer isn't really worth what you pay. Other than that, we floated through crowds of people and listened to music through the windows. I think one girl made a silly face at us, and I laughed at her. The road home is always the worst; an hour worth of pitch black nothingness. The dead void between barely hanging on and falling off the edge.
There's never much for me to do when Mary Beth and Donnie are asleep. I sat by the window and listened to the rain for a little while, but then it stopped. I guess the time to myself finally gives me the time to listen to this Freddie Hubbard album that David let me borrow. Pretty good stuff.
I wonder if I could still draw or paint. I used to do those things all of the time, back in high school. And then, I got to the point where I felt as if I should either go with music or visual art. You know, just one of those nexus points. Obviously, I chose music. Maybe one day, I'll get back into making art.
Oooo, jazzy.
Love,
Phillip |
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| I'm not just drinkin' to forget you. |
[Jul. 17th, 2009|08:00 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | check your time-westbound train | ] |
I woke up a little bit earlier, and I viewed it as an accomplishment. However, I'm still going to be late for work, because of my obsession with websites like this, so in the long run, no matter how much earlier I wake up, I'm still a failure.
I've been working on a new collection of short stories, which I hope to either have self-published by the end of this year or the beginning of 2010. Probably an 80-100 page book. Probably not my best work, either, but I've recently come under the influence of some of the Beat Generation writers, and I kind of like. It kind of gives me a fresh inspiration that I haven't had in a while, and it's nice. And, furthermore, it's very difficult to make everything that you create your best work. Very few people have ever done it, and Shakespeare is not even one of them. Anyway, there's a lot of sex and violence in this collection, so hopefully, the mainstream picks it up and I'll make a million dollars.
Schafer Light has become one of my new best friends. But I think that it's making me fat(ter). The complete lack of exercise that I've been getting over the last two weeks probably doesn't help either.
Every day, I want to go to work less and less. I think that's part of the reason why I do things like this. Anyway, that's what I have to get ready for, so I'll wrap this up.
Eat Shit and Die,
Phillip |
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| I found cigarettes in my ashtray, and I don't even smoke. |
[Jul. 9th, 2009|07:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | love has many faces-the heptones | ] |
So tired. And I don't know why. I haven't felt like doing anything this week. No lie. All I want to do is sit. Sometimes I sleep, sometimes I read, and sometimes I watch TV. But, regardless of what I'm doing, I just don't feel like getting up. Ever. It's a strange thing. I wonder if it's because I miss college so much. I'm still not completely sure if I can function as a full member of the real world. I've gotta have at least one foot steeped in academia. I emailed Syracuse about information on their graduate program. Right now, my list is: University of Oregon; Syracuse; and LSU. If I don't get into any of those, I'll try my luck with something smaller, like ULL or something. I'd prefer to get into one of the first two, though.
I find myself wanting to drink all day long. I blame it on the nature of humanity.
I don't eat breakfast anymore. I don't know why, but I just stopped eating it one day. Since then, I've had to eat my lunch an hour earlier every day.
The Stellaphonics are going into the studio this weekend to begin recording a 13 song record. Woo! I'm excited about it. Finally gonna get put down on tape.
Well, I guess that's it for right now. I've gotta be getting to work.
Love,
Phillip |
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| You know that I'm a wicked guy and I was born with a jealous mind. |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|09:55 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  relaxed | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | run for your life-the beatles | ] |
Whew! Last night was fun, the Stellaphonics played for the Red Stick Roller Derby. It was the first time that I had ever done anything like that, and the first time that I'd actually ever been to a roller derby, and I had a blast! I'm still not QUITE sure if I understand the game, but I'm getting there. I'm really happy with how things have turned out with Brian and Darren. We played pretty well for the first set, much better for halftime, and then got a lot of nice comments at the end from the girls in the derby. Good times!
Afterward, we went to Schlittz and Giggles and got some schlitty service (at first), but I fucking love that pizza.
Although that was all fun, it feels so nice to have a day off. I'm really going to enjoy it. Maybe I'll cook something slow, like gumbo. I was going to make black beans today, but I forgot to soak the beans before I left the house yesterday. Maybe if the rain holds out, I can get a little bit of skateboarding in. The house could use some cleaning too. I feel like I've been so busy that I haven't had a chance to just sit in like two or three weeks.
Well, I guess that's all that I have to talk about right now. Take'er easy.
Love,
Phillip |
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| Is it gonna make me a better man? |
[Jun. 16th, 2009|07:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | calm | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | by her side-the aggrolites | ] |
Things are pickin' up.
Yesterday, I rode my bike from my house, down the levee to Florida St., back down River Road, back up onto the levee, past the old Alex Box, and back home. It was fun! And I'm not even sore today! Sigh, how lucky am I.
The Stellaphonics are playing Wednesday night at Insomkneeacks. It'll be Brian and Darren's first show with us, so I'm really excited about it. Well, the playing part of it. Not so much the show part of it. Anyway, it starts at 6:30 and the cover is $8, and we go on sometime around 8:45!
I've been cooking at home again. I'm liking the money it saves and the weight it helps take off of my spare tire of a torso.
I'm gonna buy the first microphone for my recording set-up this week. Musician's Friend is having a huge recording sale, so I'm going to pick up an MXR 990 for about a third of the normal price. Woot!
That's about all that I've got to say. Besides that the new Aggrolites album is awesome.
Love,
Phillip |
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| Can I play witcha pussy? |
[Jun. 10th, 2009|07:44 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | hole under cratches-max romeo | ] |
Feeling pretty good this morning. I tried a new system where I make my sandwich for work right when I wake up, so that I don't lose 10 minutes when I'm trying to get ready. Assuming that I can make myself get into the shower on time, the plan will have gone off without a hitch. Played some naughty reggae on the stereo. Drinking some coffee. Good morning.
Music's going pretty good right now. The Stellaphonics have a show at Insomkneeacks next Wednesday, the 17th. I'm pretty excited about it because it's our first show with Brian and Darren, and we're not playing last! There are also about 9 other bands playing, but the one from Las Vegas just opened up for Propaghandi and will be for the Aquabats!, so we're going to be happy to have them as a contact over there. I've also started to try and plan out the home studio that I want to start putting together when Mary Beth and I move in January. Musician's Friend has a pretty awesome microphone sale going on right now, so I might hit that up this month, for starters. Other that, I'm kind of just looking at any recording equipment that I come across and old amps and weird Farfisa organs.
Yeah, I know, blah blah blah...
Haven't really written much in the past month. I'm thinking about making an effort tonight, when MB goes to band practice. I've gotta watch that, since I get all rusty if I don't keep it up. Then, I've gotta find someone to oil me up, and that could take years.
Ok, it looks like its more than time for me to take a shower. Ciao!
Love,
Phillip |
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| I close my eyes and it all fades away. |
[Jun. 1st, 2009|07:11 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | bin waitin-the slackers | ] |
Woke up at 6:40, which is the earliest that I've woken up in a long time. Not including high school, I've probably gone to sleep at 6:40 more times in my life than I've woken up at that time. I'd better get used to it, though, since I'm going to have to be at work to open for at least the next two weeks. So, if you see me somewhere and I'm groggy or cranky or not really paying attention to what you're saying, don't blame me but blame my work schedule. Eh... well, you can probably also blame me to an extent. I'm normally one of those three things on many occasions.
I'm going to be Mr. Manager today. Sounds like a gin and tonic type of evening.
Brian is catching on to the Stellaphonics songs like mad fast. I think that we're going to try and set up studio time in the middle of July, so that we can hopefully release our first full-length by November or December (finally). Ol' Milwaukee is going pretty well, too. Still kind of trying to figure each other out, but it's coming along.
If I ever wanted to quit drinking alcohol, I think that coffee would be the only thing to get me through it. Luckily, though, I don't want to quit drinking alcohol, so I can enjoy both.
I still think that John Steinbeck, even though he won the Nobel Prize in Literature, is one of the most under appreciated writers in American history. He was just fucking brilliant, and that's all there is to it.
My allergies are hitting me pretty hard. It's kind of the second wave that I get in the year. I've already powered through the beginning of March, and now I've gotta power through the late May/early June blooms. It makes my nose all stopped up and my chest wildly congested, with a touch of a sore throat. What a romp, right?
Anyway, I guess that's all that I really have to get into at the moment. I hope you've enjoyed this long, boring exposition of my morning thoughts.
Love,
Philli Manilli |
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| It's never enough to do what you want. |
[May. 21st, 2009|08:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | apathetic | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | the slackers-self medication | ] |
Now I remember why I drank so much when I worked full days at the print shop. About to do another one. A very, very hectic 'nother one. Can't wait for the gin and tonic I'll have when I get home!
The Stellaphonics have sounded awesome thus far with Darren on saxophone. I was a little skeptical after the last practice, I'll admit, but once Peter was thrown back into the mix, it sounded like electric dynamite. First practice with Brian is on Sunday. Can't wait to start playing shows again and to get into the recording studio. Woot!
I find myself missing New Orleans a lot. I wish that I could just bring myself to live there. I need something better around me... Something more stimulating. Not people-wise, but just general environment-wise. Baton Rouge doesn't really give me that.
The first issue of Burnout! Comics Presents is being thumbed out now. Did I already mention this? I don't remember, these issues take so long to get through. I think that my second story script is a lot more solid, though. So, hopefully, there won't be so many months of editing that thing. Geez Louise, Papa Cheese! Anyway, keep on the lookout for some eventage.
Ok, I need to go to work.
Love,
Phillip |
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| It's a perfect day for making out. |
[May. 11th, 2009|09:14 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | friday i'm in love-the cure | ] |
Good times.
Two cups of coffee to start the day. Another on the way to work. May or may not do "a light yoga series to awaken the body/mind" before taking a shower. Then it's three vitamins and sixty push-ups before getting dressed. Indulge in my morning routine.
Burnout Comics! Presents issue #1 has finally moved on to the art portion of the production phase! Well, as long as Gavin and I don't keep bickering over plot points. So, now we're only thumbnails, edits, sketches, and inks away from the press! And then, it's on to issue #2. On the side, I'm also working on my idea for a graphic novel. Fun!
The Stellaphonics are going to back in June with two-fifths of a new band. Both Patrick and Danny got new jobs out of state, so we had to replace them with Brian Albus and Darren Jones, respectively. It should be fun!
Also started another band with Mary Beth, David, and Joey called Ol' Milwaukee. Bird (from Kingsquare and We Are the Living) might join us on second guitar too. Even more fun!
Still having a time at the print shop. I've actually had to close it up a lot lately, and that makes me feel important. Only important people have a key. Or, at least, I tell myself that to keep things interesting.
Kinda want to move to California. Or anywhere West, really.
That's all for now. Be what you are.
Love,
Phillip
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| Tears are falling, my darling. |
[Apr. 15th, 2009|09:07 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | go-common | ] |
I feel thinner, lighter, able to move more freely. Somewhere in between learning how to do beginner yoga, getting back into skateboarding, not really drinking, and constantly working on scripts, I must have a lost a few pounds.
However, I also feel tired, like I can't consume enough fuel to make my body go. After this band plays Gavin's wedding in a week and a half, I can finally rest.
Being out of school is a nice change of pace. At first, I didn't really like it, but it's definitely grown on me. Particularly because I've got these scripts to occupy my time. It's a refreshment to not have to work on so much dramatic fiction (even though the scripts are kind of thriller/psychological dramas). I feel young again, and it's good.
Not much else to update on. Just need rest.
Love,
Phillip |
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| You know it'll never be the same. |
[Apr. 3rd, 2009|09:22 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | won't be the same-dance hall crashers | ] |
Friday morning, two cups of coffee. A bowl of Special K with Vanilla Soy Milk. The clank of the spoon against the ceramic bowl rings loud, like a bell calling me to "WAKE UP, WAKE UP!" But, I'm ahead of the bell, so I wait.
Almost done with the first story, and thus, the first third of Burnout! Comics' first issue. Hopefully, if it is done (waiting on comments from Gavin; no script is complete until it's been commented on), Gavin can start thumbing it out tonight and we can start planning the layout. Comic books are fun.
I want to pull out the grill soon. Maybe when I have some more money for food and beer.
Hopefully, I'll be buying a new skateboard next week. It's about time that I got back into that, after lying dormant for close to a year. That's how I got so fat!
The Stellaphonics are kind of up in the air right now. Definitely not breaking up, but not sure who's going to be playing drums for us. We'll see how that pans out.
Clerks II was about 4378479274922 funnier than I thought that it was going to be. Seriously, watch it. Randall's description of the Lord of the Rings movies is hysterical.
I need to get ready for work. Eat it, you sons of bitches.
Love,
Phillip |
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| You like to think that you're immune to the stuff. |
[Mar. 20th, 2009|08:26 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | exciter-judas priest | ] |
Well, I got my first real rejection as a writer. I'm sure there are plenty more to go. It is a little disappointing, since the story made it to the very last leg of the selection process (I even wrote a revised edit!), but that just means that I've made it more fit for submission elsewhere. No biggie.
Gavin and I are finally getting the wheels turning on Burnout! Comics. We started working on our first story last night. Totally stoked. Boyhood dream coming true? Maybe, just maybe.
It feels good to have my bike back after about three and a half months. Very comforting.
I'm looking into getting a new skateboard next month. I finally have the time to skate again! I might teach David, too, because he's been saying that he wants to learn how to for the past couple of years. That'd be nice; I'd like to actually have someone to skate with here. Almost everyone that I used to skate with is really stuck up about it now and they look upon this old timer with judgmental eyes because I like to have fun instead of learning every possible show-off trick that I can in the first three months that I own my board.
I woke up with a mad headache. I hope that Mary Beth isn't getting me sick. I should buy some orange juice to heighten my immune system and fight the germs.
I don't know what else to say. I guess I'll go get ready for work so I can be there on time, for once.
Love,
Phillip |
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| The world still is the same, you never change it. |
[Mar. 4th, 2009|08:16 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | bored | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | you're nobody 'till somebody loves you-dean martin | ] |
I'm awake super early (well, it was super early when I woke up, now I'm just wasting time) because I had this plan to go running every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday mornings. But, as I was getting dressed, I realized that the lot in which I usually park is a student lot, and after 7, I'd get a ticket for parking there (This didn't occur to me on Monday because I woke up late and decided to go in the afternoon). So, it looks like, unless I wake up at about 6, I'll be running three of those days after work. That's all right. I kind of like the feeling of running when the sun is down/going down and none of the overhead lights on the levy are working. If you know me, you know I'm serious. I fucking hate light.
There's this band on myspace that I've listened to for a few years (Great Skaught; they're ok, nothing special), and they remind me so much of how it felt to be in Stanley's Car, particularly during our freshman year of college. Well, now they're all graduating from their college up in Connecticut, and it makes me think about what it would've been like if we had made it all the way through college. They, of course, are breaking up after the semester. That's probably what we would've done, unless we had found a substantial amount of success outside of the state. There probably wouldn't have been as much love left in the whole operation either. So, in other words, it probably would've been a waste of time.
I haven't been working on my portfolio as much I should have been. I really need to get back on top of that. I guess I just haven't really had much to write about. Maybe I'll finish one of those stories that I have the first page to written. (Trust me, the grammar in my stories is much better than in this thing. This is how my brain talks.)
Bruce Lee is back to being my new hero.
That is all.
Love,
Phillip |
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| We've got it made together. |
[Feb. 27th, 2009|09:53 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | living room | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | blah | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | we-descendents | ] |
I was speaking to an old friend of mine via text yesterday and we touched on the subject of how we never post on livejournal anymore. I still will hardly ever find the need to post on here, but the conversation put me in the mood for just this once.
I'm finally over being sick. I guess roughly a month is what it takes when you don't see a doctor. I never realized how much it costs to see one, since I was always under my parents' insurance growing up and the LSU Health Center was cheaper than a whore on a street known for its prostitution. No wonder doctors are rich as fuck.
The impending Spring has made me feel more active. I want to be outside more, doing things. But something always gets in my way. I want to skateboard again, but I need a new board. I want to play soccer, but I need a ball. I want to go running, but I can't wake up early enough and I'm afraid of getting hit by a car if I go at night. My time will come, though. I'm thinking about going to the levy late at night and doing flip tricks. That would be fun.
I love to grill.
The temperature is rising, so I guess its about time to call the landlord to tell him that our A/C needs to be recharged.
It feels so strange that it's Friday. I also felt strange to go from doing whatever I wanted to working a couple of eight hour days full force. And, now, I'm about to go back to doing whatever I want.
I'm tired.
Love,
Phillip |
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| They promised roaches, mice, and leaking water. |
[Jan. 13th, 2009|09:58 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | home | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | contemplative | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | every day is sunday-the slackers | ] |
Huh, haven't written on here in ages. Close to a year, I think. It just doesn't draw me in like it once did. I remember sometimes writing in this thing twice in one day, even three times on certain occasions. But those times were different. This was all I had to say what was on my mind (well, at least what I'm *somewhat* comfortable with people reading), but now, I have people around who listen to me. And, not only that, they talk to me, looking for some sort of reaction and input or opinion; rather than before, when it felt like most people just talked at me so that they could get whatever it was off of their chest. Not that there's anything wrong with the old way, but I like the new one much better.
Home troubles always put me a little bit on edge. The roaches must have come back with the old mouse, and water leaks into the other unit of the duplex when we wash dishes. I'm surely looking forward to sitting awkwardly with the repairmen while they rip apart the kitchen. That's always the worst part; the idle chit-chat and the forced smiles. Either way, I hope that it gets fixed soon.
My goals for the new year are to keep living like I am now. And, if you knew me this last semester, it's a drastic change. I exercise. I cook almost every night, and with that comes new recipes and even more enjoyable things to cook. Beer and liquor have been replaced with wine, except for when I go out; the drunk is better, I won't get as fat from it, and it costs less. Also, I haven't had one single hangover from wine since I made the switch. I'm going to keep up with my car maintenance, because I want to make sure that I can go anywhere that I would like and not have to worry about the damn thing falling apart or breaking down. That car is blessing and I need to take care of it. I'm going to keep up with reading and writing; finish a couple of short story collections that I never finished, and some that I never started. With these, I hope to get something published, and I'll use them to put together my portfolio for graduate school. I'm going to try to up the quality of my songwriting in the Stellaphonics, and hopefully play more out of town shows this year (I want you back, New Orleans). I haven't and will continue to not let people get to me like they did over the past six months to a year. I will do something at my life, and continue wishing I was doing nothing at all.
But, that's a whole bunch of blah blah blah. You see what happens when I start writing on this thing? I become late for work.
With a little TLC,
Phillip |
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| The only thing I needed was one more day like yesterday. |
[Apr. 27th, 2008|11:23 am] |
The skies are gray. Its not depressing, though, nor overbearing. Its even pleasant in a way. Maybe I'll even be able to skate for a minute or two. That'd be nice.
I'm going to see Burning Spear today. I'm excited. I've never seen him before.
I've been a fan of Albert Hitchcock for years, but I've just recently stumbled upon how amazingly he executed silent film. He hardly uses any words at all, but yet the story is so clear. Plus, they also possess that classic ambiance that all of his movies had. Beautiful, just simply beautiful.
I like granola. And the Descendents.
Going through old entries is really surreal sometimes. It shows how much things have changed in yourself and in your surroundings. And that's a lot, in my case.
Shower.
Love,
Phillip |
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| CHECK IT! |
[Feb. 21st, 2008|10:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | blank | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | i wanna riot-the clash | ] |
The next two days are very very exciting, and I want every single one of you to be a part of them. First, the Stellaphonics are opening for one of my favorite modern ska artists, CHRIS MURRAY, at the Dragon's Den in New Orleans. The cost is $5 and it starts at 10!
And then, on Saturday, we're playing this huge ska/punk/hardcore block party festival with something like 16 bands. Its all day, starting at 1 and ending at 11, and costs $10 if you don't bring a donation of clothing or non-perishable food and $8 if you do. Its located on Clio St., around where St. Charles St. hits Corondolet in New Orleans.
Rock n' roll! I hope to see some people there that I know and love!
Love,
Phillip |
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| Nobody ever loved me like the way she does. |
[Feb. 11th, 2008|09:07 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | ROCK |
| | wild honey pie-the beatles | ] |
I hate days when the bus never comes. I wait and wait and wait, my anticipation slowly becoming panic and then, finally, frustration. Once my anger evaporates into steam and is carried away with the cold morning wind, I turn away from the corner and walk home in hopeless shame. A bad way to start the day, if I say so myself. And I do.
I'm at a crossroads with the screenplay that I'm writing. Half of me wants to write something dramatic and slightly disturbing, and the other half wants to write something hysterically funny. Shall I exploit the worst of America's social anxietilites or knock 'em dead with the silliest slapstick the world has ever seen? Only time will tell.
Only a couple of weeks until the Stellaphonics spend two days playing in New Orleans with Chris Murray. The sweat collects with every second that passes.
Do I drink too much coffee? I think that it depends on the definition of "too much". And, since that phrase cannot be found in the Merriam-Webster Dictionary of the English language, I consider it an opinionated and personal definition, changing with each body that chooses to pursue it. So, in my humble opinion and modest definition, I would have to answer "no". Seeing the shaking of my hands and the grinding of my teeth, one might be inclined to disagree. In response to this, the only advice that I can give is "don't be fooled".
Enough of this. I'm tired of you.
Gracefully Yours,
Phillip |
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