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.