Audi A8

soooo

got fired from the temp place moving coffins around because i asked off for yesterday (monday august 22nd) due to an allergic reaction to something and my face and eyes were swollen shut, and for today (tuesday the 23rd) to help dad tape behind the headlines. at first i was kinda pissed (missing a 40 hr/a week 11.50 $/hr job) but the truth of it is warehouse work will leave you behind, work experience-wise. not to mention working through a temp agency. it just doesn't look that great on a resume, i don't believe. so i was a little bummed for a little while but then i was like: Yo, self, I don't have to get up at 6 and put up with simple bullshit and petty warehouse work after a 45 minute drive, and then be bored all day and pretend like i wanna be there and then drive home another 45 min and lose all my day. so I'm pumped to be a free man again and i got another check coming this friday (yeah keystone refused to try to place me anywhere else, meh) and got some landscaping to do but it's liberating to look for new jobs (i was already looking before so have a few things lining themselves up) and drink coffee and get up early because i want to and stay up later than marci (hehe) and get up before her (muhuhaa) and GET SHIT DONE. things i want to get done. learn things like how to make a website, how to run a business or get a real job and do what i want to do and still have time to do things like this and twitter @ all my favorite bands from new york and shit and fucking just live and be me. granted it takes money, a pretty sum at times, but i understand that now, and every day that i'm not making $80 or more dollars is a down day. but seriously, +$200 in gas money to drive to work a month will be sweet. something local, ride bike to work, CELEBRATE THE FALL SEASON, spend more time helping joshua at the greenhouse, expanding myself intellectually and physically and personally, while hopefully helping the greater good of mankind around me. these are all things I'd like to do. and of course hanging with this pretty excellent grrl samantha aka the girl aka my 1 follower aka the only girl i know who likes das racist aka ssssssssamantha aka cutie pie. but nah don't read that haha. love you.

also it's 119 and i'm off to scout some more jobs at the hershey outlets then interview at hershey hotel at 4. so busy busy and wish me luck. and here's looking out for you too (:

Make Haste

Post content. Enquire for bolder details. Enquire for boulder details. Enquire for bolder ideas dress and trim cut sex and hem that's the men's magazine. Fashion. Men's fashion. No new commets added. I will accurately depict the things that are happening right now in front of me and make sure they get recorded and translated through *the veil of these times and the trails of my mind. The seals and the tears laughs jokes and fears. Walk with mr s for a minute . Bump fists and chests for a minute. That sounds really gay so I'm gonna stop there but words after * were added later (8/9). Other post failed. Saw this. I can rhyme. I can write. I can siiiiinnnnnggggghg! Haha said like a opera singer dude who sings haha with the gh at the end like how the sped kids said their ing's. Not PC. Politically correct. Not physically connected to the music. Words added to the beats of another some artist some reader. Forward these lyrics. Some body then spit them. Somebody add em to a track and some body just mix it. Add some hornets add some tuba add some egg plant and twist it. What you get is money. Making. Machine. Magical money making machine (feel very strongly that on the picture of 'Maxwell marvelous banking for kids' kids check book from lebanon valley farmers bank they depicted some type of 'magical money machine' . Who cares Teluga. Telugu was just my mis spelling for though. Ok. Later) that spits out cash. Wow. Peace. Threace. Threaten was the misspelling of threace which is in effect three x peace. More peace. Threece: Now with more peace. Peace+

Micah R L Sollenberger that is. Who cares . Why not five names or six or who who cares how many names you know? Who's asking. Well the government for one. But nah so here's the thing: I'm gonna write about myself for a few minutes and try and get anything out that sounds right while typed on a smphone. Which is different than what you'd type on a regular keyboard. As you'd expect. And no but what I'm trying to say is I think what's going on here could be a potential for great things. If its done correctly. I mean. As great as it can be growing plants. Farming is definitely different but still the same idea. But who gets to use all this land? It's a farm in the middle of the valley of lebanon which borders what dauphin lancaster and a bunch of others? No point. So fortunate. Can't fuck it up. To put it the opposite of politely. Beg your pardon. Haa.

Neat

Thing about Blogger-
yo see this - you a hole growing in desert forests jk. -L.

Thing about it is that its awesome.e er awesomer awesomeer awesomesmeer awesome-er anyway

the new job is pushing coffins around aka a. coffin walker and we unload them and place them in a warehouse. This has been going on for about 6 weeks now. Testing smoke detectors was an interesting gig too much to get in to though. Or too simple. Same thing every day. Same here though. Need to start a career? Yes. Very large part of me intends to make this private rather than open. Doubt anyone reads it are those gun shots or fun shots more like dunn shots more like pop rocks more like bop socks filled with clock knobs and swing them through a mob. You swine I swim. I trim I cut I grow I nut I grow nuts I grow cherries and berries so when the po po knocks he sees a straight jock playing dc to ac climbing trees and walls making electriconic waves from exploding gas rays . What's that mean though  . Weak raps tweak rap til its comfortable to read like out loud like up front a crowd like typing like a white man fuck man what's a white man who you calling colors man I've got no malanin in my skin man so what I like slim milk man actually no I don't I drink whole white milk but I like chocolate milk too I'm strawberry. fucking red orange man like orangatang man . Mang. Learn my language. It's polite man. It's so nice ma'am. Yes sir no sire can I have some mo sir. Give me your dough sir. And maam and Sam and clamp the lid on that while you can me-bro so me bro slow mo bro I edit that.I try to mobilize my frats like that mega metro clothes fad did. Bring your sorority . Bring your colonies of freed and recently endentured perps please. Too late . Must brush teeth.

Awesome thing to invent: bedside teeth brushing ..device. like a mobile sink. ??? Profit. Prophet.

Wowow

Don't remember the last time I wrote in here. Even though its so easy to do; even though its so rewarding and enlightening, I am always going to bed later than I intend to and 'dont have time' to write. Because what I normally am doing - nothing, Reddit, twitter, etc - are more important? Not really. Just poor time management really. I mean even now I could be doing a slew of other things , hypothetically, but there'd still be something I'd have to be doing. Aren't we all doing at least one thing at any given point in time? Arent many of us doing many different things at any second of the day? And isn't it possible that the things we do affect future things that we acquire or plAces we go, for better or for worse? Who's to say that any one really is in control of their own life , to the extent that the word control has any meaning at all.  Prof reading was never something I did. It's probably why I'm so bad at writeing. Haha jk omg ing aig aid said trade slate slade sleighed. Writing high is silly but heh I'm doing it I meant hey back there bad basket Ben bellowed before becoming brown shoe brown becoming before bellowed Ben basket bad

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Start a job tomorrow that was acquired through a temp service but unsure of the work. driving to mechnicsburg think ill leave at 7 to be sure there by 8. Micah

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Saturday

Today is Saturday and Sunday comes after. Or rather it is now Sunday. I can't get into this just yet. Don't think anyone reads this. Will I ever read this? Like it says its more of a journal, really. I never kept a journal privately so I'm doing it publicly. Stupid really. I'm going to write for as long as these four Tony Castles songs last for. Tony Castles..I thought it was hip hop but its more like experimental indie hippie hipster guitar drums high vocals type shit. It's sick tho. Headless horsemen is another sick group. Greedhead man, they're on to something. Anyway, music. Ha. I feel like at he end of the day any musician and/or actor is just a dang entertainer..a singing dancing traveling minstrel. Why do people respect them so much? I get that its culture, that its maybe symbolic of like the icing on the cake of life, but isn't it a bit trivial in some sense? SHANE could have played music for a living. Maybe. But education comes first. Does it though? It should. People spend money on entertainment..no artist is self made, you rely on other people for 100% of your income you damn twat! In a good way. Plus, music and other aspects of the arts or at least pop culture are largely random and based in comparison to the higher ideals of other fields like the social sciences, the hard sciences, medicine and government etc. It's like people prefer to focus on fun and trivial stuff to take the pressure of not being able to comprehend the atrocities that are going on internationally, the injustice going on nationally. Lady Gaga fights for gays in the military..now we have more servicemen and women? Fuck that. And fuck the us army the us navy the air force the marines the cia the nsa the FBI and the irs. I wasn't going to get a job with them anyways. Al quadea. Bombs. Toms shoes. Jerry springer. Spring fling. Trim your hedges. Place your bets on the hedge fund dispersement. Trace your genetics to an ethical relativist from protestant England circa the 16th century who fucked your mother after losing a bet. Battle a half wit for a bottle of bat shit and a barbecue pit over the east Asian trading company. That's guano Ted Bawno. I don't know rap. I don't know sad. I don't know dead relatives anymore. I miss dead relatives more and more the less I think about them the sadder it is. Cu the dead are gone the deceased no longer be except in you and me. This is a recurring theme I find I try to repeat to myself but not too often it mayn't be true. But it may be. Mayberry. Johnny appleseed planted apple seeds which grew to apple trees from sea to sea is this a myth? Is there truth to it? Is there half truth? Maybe Jesus was a bum. Maybe he was a poor beggar who said love your enemies oh wait he was. Can I really get caught up on one thing one little idiosyncracy one little inconsistency? Or is belief worth superceding logical incompatibilities? Is belief the only thing that is capable of such a thing? Maybe I want to believe because its how I was raised. Maybe Muslims are correct. God. Pssh. He's called Allah you dumb Romans am I right? Songs ended. PEACE.

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old crap

What is it with people these days? People are the same as they've always been, that's my guess. There's no telling what they'll say or do, and when it seems like you're the only one who thinks the way you do or what you do then you fins that you're not so different after all. Maybe. Sort of. Two rather worthless phrases, I'd say. Though I say them a lot, so who am I to say? fun word games, like, the Apple seed in my head is fun is head my in seed Apple. Nice try. Look around what do you see. A number of things but I can't see me. I see part of myself but not my face which is essentially the main part of a person. Soul. Mind. Spirit. Essence. I'm a waste right now. Body, mind soul. Physical self, intellectual self, whole self. Write self. Write write? Rigght, right. Here we go the iron is hot the hour is here. Time trite. And find out about yourself. Myself. About myself, but now I control myself. Or I become aware of myself in a way. The physical aspect of myself can control itself in what it does: the actualization of the intellectualist thoughts; its essernce. For the essence of the mind is the actions it initiates; the essence being the results produced, being the guesticulated upon and judged, being determined, the desired, being preferred, good. That was quite a few descriptions of exemplifies but needed in he given context and situation. But to get on with my results, it seems like the methods I am capable of using or the way I do my work or proove my point are not adequate or acceptable ways of conveying a point. Because that's all writing is, right? Conveying a point which I believe to be true, true being fact, fact being true, perhAps belief being a needed contingent for it to count as fact, defining fact and assuming consciousness being believed. Anyways, does it matter the method of stating something I believe to be true? Artistic research writing. This is also known as philosophic writing. Maybe. If nothing else it allows for the freedom to write things, ideas perhaps not bought about or written about yet. If only I'd held my pencil or pen like this all along. Works stare muscles. Fact - a fact is "verified true belief." According to the books at least. And now thinking about it, it seems like the best definition I've heard. The whole verified thing is hard to handle sometimes. Wow. I must have written that years ago. I have no idea what I was thinking it doesnt even make sense. Now I can throw away these pages. Good goodness I'm quite a fool of some sort or another.

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avout to try to meditate for 10 minutes.

This is the type of thing someone might tweet you know? Why do people do this if its not shorter than 160 characters than I don't want to r

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The World's A Stage

The world's a stage and the game is chess; we're falling behind trying to analyze the past no one's looking ahead #thepeople vs #thepower I just tweeted that. So if you follow me that's just one of the many nuggets of knowledge you can expect every once in awhile. The rest of the time its ostracizing (or at least evident by the people who constantly unfollow my ass) comments on whatever topic seems necessary. One strategy I need to focus on is STAYING FOCUSED. Because you can't relate global politics to chess one minute and the next be wailing about your deceased grandfather, regardless of how badly you miss him or how much you regret your inaction in the weeks leading up to his death. The point is: moves are being made people (wait who's my audience again? Oh yeah, no one). Moves are being made politically, economically; locally, nationally, internationally. For every corporate tax cut or executive bonus or HUGE FUCKING OIL SPILL for petes sake there is instantly created a web of secrecy and back dealings and paper trails behind them. And guess what? THEY ALL CHECK OUT. Not one Bush admin will likely ever go to jail, despite all the assumptions the liberal left might make or believe (as I do, namely that potentially law violating or at the least conflict of interest if not flat out corruption occurred and does occur, repeatedly, at all levels of government). And I'm not even that liberal people! I was raised in a pretty socially conservative home; religiously and politically relatively liberal, but it derived from a belief in Jesus Christ as Lord the Son of God. Which looking back that is really all I have in common with nearly every other denominational branch of Christianity, excepting the Quakers, Brethren, Mennonites and maybe the Amish generally and anyone rational enough to believe in social justice, equality and the "message" of Jesus, specifically. The point is: I don't necessarily believe in the historicity of Jesus the man. What he said was exceptionally profound, unless he was merely the talking head figurine of the previously dominant religion (Judaism) hell-bent on a submissive and manipulatable "lesser" sect of the same monotheistic belief. Either way the "right" or whoever is actually in control (or initiating the chaos more like it) is doing what they want at an alarming rate and in a skilled and tactical manner. The rationalism and high ideals of the left is drowning in the swamp of the low tact and subterfuge of the (corporate backed?) right who can so easily call on patriotism and nationalism and fear and hyperbole to blow to pieces decades of hard work by millions of honest and hard working people. Because let's face it: BP is going to shirk all responsibility for the blame for the spill and why not? So will halliburton and the company that did the repairs and who wouldn't? Politically, socially, economically, it's a game. If its anything like chess (and I'm proposing that it is) then you can't stop and look back at your lost rook (for example) but you need to plan ahead a course of action to take your opponents rook or his knight or his queen. It's an all out war against the environment against the poor against the weak and the slow, and rightly so. Ignoring the obvious evolutionary comparisons that could be made here, the government had a responsibility to look out for its citizens and it failed. Intentionally. It wanted more than the fame of publicly held office and the history books. Government became big business and it resides by the bottom line: get money and fuck bitches. If you're a bitch then you don't deserve that slice of land (not my views, my interpretation of the world's view). I'm not saying I know anything here..I'm saying for every lie Fox news spits there's another one right around the corner. Jon Stewart and Colbert are wasting their time correcting every doggone error and flawed journalist tactic; they aren't going to stop. They need stopped where it hurts. They need outwitted. WE NEED TO FOCUS ON THE FUTURE. PEOPLE. IT'S US VERSUS THEM. THE PEOPLE VS THE POWER. Good day.

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if

if is a funny word. yo..if anyone were to for any reason come to this site who knows me or are looking for me for any reason..then maybe i will have done something worth googling. ha! i'm joking. what i mean is: hey. what's up. just me typing. and so

writing feels good

Writing feels really good, like when I'm done writing on here I get super amped and stay awake reading/replying to/writing tweets til much later in the night, though ill try to avoid that tonight. Writing feels really good, so I'm going to do it some more. I have this odd feeling that I've been thing to withhold pleasure from myself, like 'oh it feels good it must be bad' and yet for the last few years its been the opposite of that, doing everything 'if it feels good do it again'. I lived 18 years with religion and 5 years without, so I can't really explain which is better, but these last few years have sucked so maybe it was religion that was good for me. Or maybe just growing up sucks. Yeah growing up sucks. Growing up is also awesome though. It's just not as awesome as being a kid. Growing up/being old is regular. Being young is just awesomer. More awesome. Fuck English. Point is: I prefer typing on my phone - more intimate. Want to move away - pa blows right now. Lined up a job - staples. Gonna take.6 months of work to pay off my last student loan. Need to figure out what I want to do. Need to get on better terms with my parents. Or not. Need to get on better terms with more people. Stupid goddamn motherfucking Manchester college. Fuck that place. Still angry. I knew what was going to happen to me. I knew it and I still let it all happen to myself. And I still let it get to me apparently. "they're still winning." But if I give up they won't know how much they suck. I feel like I can understand (nearly) every psycho path out there who's shot up a school or tried of succeeded in molesting a kid or killed someone. they had pent up frustration at one or more things and finally snapped or finally said

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prActice

Now that's how you get yourself killed biiitch. Typing. Phone keys. Vibrate. Music. Influences. Song for Egypt. Allah. Reddit. Reddish. Hairish. Eat beats street beets. Clears head. Joins navy. Air force. Peace corps. Tree based free base jump trump trumpet free Willy free silly people from jail too tho what they do to you bro. Ho. Cho. Flow. Grow. Grow house grow station grow hole go whole go half beat meat meet me on the street I'm on the block like street meat Hahaha they're not joking. Don't steal lines don't auto correct my spelling allys chelling is not a word. Felling. Don't knock my fellings. Don't block my drillimg. Fracking. Cracking the earth pumping the birth. Stupid.

The point is don't go with the first option try the second or the third. What's really word. Too much das racist. Bite your nails. Scream rage. Ice page. Thrice nice bryce Bruce choose the caboose to spy the moose. Party at my house. Boost the car fly to mars jars canning tranny train spotting the bum some moneys junkie stick be good junky don't flaunt your wealth.

Keep your health. Egypt. Stand tall. No false flags no false mans in the head house take back your purse strings push the demon out no demons just humans no gods but Allah no Allah just follow the leader make for yourself a new kind of life maybe somehow. What does the future hold where will the wealth be what will my health be praises to he people who've died death to those that cause it swift and sure who plays god we do you do we all do until the fall at the mall make he malls falls trollololawl at the steam ship in the hall yall.

Writing is practice for a bigger occasion where what you say awfuLly might matter I don't want to be a waiter maybe a Jan ate her eaten which by February march marches slowly to April spring flowers at the base of the tower I want to be anonymous like /b/ like before time stamps and ips and I c u ps ps your flys up made you look read a book don't take my word for it. Garbage in garbage out maybe that's why raps got the clout that it does cat in the hat trap cat flap chased a red fox the other day now my sled doa. Sit down.

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Either

I'm either an evil bastard or an evil genius. No, neither. I'm just an immature, spoiled jackass. So it goes I guess.

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hmm

well forget that bullshit. locutionwizard will probably be changed here shortly..i don't understand my lack of creative thinking, and critical thinking for that matter. i prefer taking intellectual short cuts, i'm lazy, i procrastinate, and i bite the shit out of my nails. oh well. things i'd like to say: obama was mediocre in his state of the union address. blogger sucks. i only left my room 3 times today. it's supposed to snow so hopefully joshua can get the gas line on the snowmobile fixed. i told manchester college's twitter pages "fuck you", that felt good. i don't think anybody reads this, so that's good. or twitter. i am unoriginal.

i blame the lack of interesting people i had the opportunity to be exposed to during my developmental years. this is stupid. fuck. high school people were alright. i became too interested in social bullshit. goddamn it if only i'd never listened to joshua and started hanging out with certain people. FUCK YOU. YOUR ATTITUDE FUCKING SUCKS. goddamn it. fuck high school. and yet. i'm back in my high school town, hanging out with high school people. just like high school. except everyone has jobs. who's everyone. i don't. STUPID FUCKING INDIANA. goddamn it. i suck. fuck me i suck so bad at everything i try to do. i should have failed my senior comp. how am i still stuck on that. i should have kept running after leaving that stupid fucking pig at his traffic stop. why the fuck. stupid fucking indiana. fuck indiana. fuck manchester college. i still keep in touch with...6 people from there. what a waste. now kyle dropped out of northwestern. so maybe it wouldn't have mattered. mal-adjusted. internet. bees. thieves. trees. smoke.

don't drink beer. i hope they serve alcohol in hell. i want to marry a millionaire. who wants to purr like a kitten.

joel. shane. girls. pearls. don't rhyme. fuck rap. drug rap. das racist.




i'm stupid