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ITS CALLED BEING VEGAN GET OVER IT

These are the lyrics from Psychic TV's "the orchids". It is also a track on Califone's new record. it is the best song you will hear in the next 10 minutes... thank me later click...

the orchids (psychic t.v.)

when all the numbers swim together and all the shadows settle when doors forced open shut again a flytrap and a petal my eyes burn and claws rush in to fill them and in the morning after the night i fall in love with the light it is so clear i realize and here at last i have my eyes when all the figures sound retreat the soft skin starts to shrivel when dreams made real become less sweet the orchid and the metal my sex turns and claws rush in to fill them and in the morning after the night i fall in love with the light it is so pure i can arrive without the fear of seeing my eyes when all the characters full size and every moon is level when all the spirits burn in lies as center grief by steel my eyes burn and claws rush in to fill them and in the morning after the night i fall in love with the light it is so clear i realize and now at last i have my eyes
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And for my next trick...

Well, here we are- Midnight at Casa De Goldberg. It's a typical scene: My brother Josh and his girlfriend have settled in for the night. My brother Sam Ezra is out seeing a show I should probably be seeing (read: shellac). My nightly dose of Xanax has, without fail, kicked in. I've come to the realization, however ridiculous- that I have not been truly happy since high school. Thats right-High School. In hindsight, High School, though awkward and ridiculous, was a world where structure was so predictable that bending the rules and winging it, if done right, would never lead to infinite doom or despair. So I think, despite racking my brain for about 6 months as to what my next career move should be, that I'm just going to go back to high school.

How you ask? Here's how: I'm going to get my teachers license and that masters in education I should've been almost done with right about now if I had only picked a specialization in the field of education that didn't wind up proturbing the living daylights out of me. There you have it. I'm going back to high school.

In other unimportant news to the rest of the universe: I hate myself for loving the movie Fever Pitch.

In even more unimportant news: I am now obsessed with getting impaled in the heart by a stingray like Crocodile Hunter. The image continues to run through my mind like some sort of twisted Cronenberg scene on loop.

Class Dismissed.