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To home, or rome. Part 1.

"Thats when i heard murder! You killin me , you fillin me with sorrow! sunrise goodbyes and missing you tomorrows"

Sometimes. All the time. When i watch the travel channel i get really moody. I want to travel so bad. I need to travel so bad. Not because i want to get out of here. (that's a lie some days) But because i am in dire need of story(s). Peoples and buildings. But not like how a hipster appreciates people and buildings, cuz he doesn't. Ill be damned if i am anthony bourdaining (proper noun as a verb BAM) with a rapist mustache and over sized glasses. No way jose. I want to walk the market alley streets of japan. I want to sleep in a gondala. And i want to float right into a metropolis. I want to jump roof top to roof top and raid huts. Vandalize whole islands. I guess its normal. every teen must dream of flight. Its mandatory.

things i must see:

cobble stone streets.
cobble stone
a bench in the middle of these streets
A chocolate boutique shop (old school style)
A pie shop (old town style)
Wind mills.
real paper lantern festivals.
real hip hop.
A real italian pizza maker or butcher with a handle bar mustache
alley cats
A masquerade
a Comedia
street food in plastic bags
sand dunes
paper lantern festivals.

Since i was a kid there's something about paper lanterns that i am obsessed with a little (lets reserve this thought for a later blog)

"and thus he traveled very far, very far, over land and sea"
comewithme?

oneday.

E=MC...

I travel faster then the speed of thought. Somedays. Which is less then or equal too the speed of sound in regards to how the speed of thought directly effects what comes out of my mouth into world hence the speed of sound. Which takes time to get to you right? So then my thoughts must travel at 54 mps (megs per second) to get to you. Somedays. Which is slower then the speed of light. Which if you weigh a thought it generally has no mass metaphorically speaking or better yet theoretically speaking. So if i did think. I would have to think slower then time because time is generally if i understand correctly governed by the speed of light. And if i travel faster then the speed of thought, the time it takes me to say what i want or need to say is proceeds thought at all, which means i think before i speak but i speak faster then i think but slower then speed of light and equal to the transfer rate of a high speed internet connection. Which if you do the math means when my mouth starts to rain with incoherence know that its bigger then me. or you. or all of us. There's always a reason.

Jason < Einstein

also what happens when you multiply an equation with math?

E=MC+math

?

I cant seem to get the algebra right.

I can never seem to get the algebra right.

fact: sometimes when your fingers rain. Water Laughs a Little.

somedays.

Attention! Deficit Disorder!

Rollercoasters make me think rolling coasters. Which make me think of moving cup holders. Which makes me think of whether or not newtons laws are applicable to a cup holder which is technically an object in motion staying in motion but not at them same time. Which also makes me think the inherent ignorance of my previous sentence and that anyone which a sizable level of intelligence would know that i am in summary a re-tard. Which makes me think of how much i don't care and what i make up in rumors about my penis being small i make up in teenage defiance and careless imagination. Which makes me think of flying ships, or boats in the sky. Which makes me think of viking crewmen and their horned helmets. Which makes me think of operatic fat women armored from head to toe, true Valkyries of the ear. Which makes me think of scented candles and the face i make. Which very importantly makes me think of how i know exactly what my face looks like when i make that face and how powerful the brain really is because if you think about it when you make a face your brain immediately sends an image of you to you. Which in turns makes me think of you.

we are all creatures of blatant narcissism. Whats a fish without his echo?


location. location. location.

I have a

Speech impediment. Of the hand.

Dear You.

One day you will find this
and youwillreadit.

One day you will unshelf this blog, and like a dusty book in 4 wall library you will open a door.

One day you will attend a Saturday Night. LIVE. from new york its Saturday Night. Live from a single dorm in the distant future, its Jason's hopes and dreams, yay confetti party Night Live.

Someday you will define your self as something. Lets all hope that day never comes.

Maybe (synonym. most likely) you will forget to remember things. Incaseyoudo.

Say something PROFOUND.

like.

1. The secrets of the universe is equal to the wing span of a single neuron.
2. When all else fails, close your eyes and fix your tie.
3. The weight of the world means nothing when your on a see-saw
4. Empty your pockets! Chewing gum and licorice. We are all Earthbound. (that was a haiku, fyfi)
5. Sometimes shoes can save lives.
   

also remember that

You like punctuation.
You like putting punctuation where it. doesn't belong
You like uniforms but only when it refers to single people
You like your collar bone.
You like video games and books and comic books and stories and dragons and sitting on santas lap telling him how bad you want to shit yourself from all the excitement.
You dislike shitting yourself.
You like speaking before thinking and thinking before breathing.
You like longboards.
You like crashing.
Into parties.
You like to play
You like to play especially. < ----
You like movies.
You like making them.
guitar. < ----

You call your self Asian when you are nervous. As if you had forgotten.
You get mad when people make judgment calls based on musical taste.
You like to be taken seriously but only by yourself.
You dont like to be taken seriously by strangers.
You sound like a teenage girl on paper.
You watch movies because everytime you finish one you pretend to be really solemn so none will bother you and then you act out all of your favorite scenes in your room to your reflection in the black glass on the small TV sitting on your dresser, only because this world needs a little more open tundras, fleeting fields, bands of brothers, wars and daggers, paper machete galoshes, tin cans that talk, cans of worms that open portals to alien worlds where teenagers from the 80s embark on a ludicrous adventure with beings of very cheesy animatronics, shrink rays, plastic scimitars and paper hearts You don't condone organ doners as much as you condone really generous people. You like your ginger like you like your labels for people.
You don't like ginger.

You will never accept aquaman as a super hero and on the off chance that you are ever saved by him you are hereby bound to attempt to fight him to the death, or kill all of his friends and then kill yourself to rescue your own honor and to save yourself the shame of being rescued by the gayest superhero in the world.

Disclaimer: There are two kinds of gays in this world. There are fun people that happen to be homointrestedinthesamesexuals. And then there's Aquaman.

note that Aquaman will always be referred to in the negative sense. ALWAYS.

One day you will make "Ella Fitzgerald" told you so catch on and you will be the coolest in all the seven seas. Or maybe just in this blog.

Tomorrow you will write in this again.

and soon you will graduate.

cue life changing blog.
roll nostalgic cameraman.
cut to: white

_______________________________________________________

Dear Diary,

Remember how i said id find you.
Well. Heres to the new you.


cheers.

PS: Dont say it.

_____,

Jason