The juice and the squeeze - I title things last.

In all likely hood between now and next spring I will go through lots of self-actualizing states of remembering the past and all that was the beauty of youth. Because if there is one stigma attached to youth it is traditional education. Insecurity driven by guidance has been ripped away from me this september as for the first ninth month in my personal history I end out a september on my own accord, my own well being, and my own paycheck not subtitled with the letters o, s, a, and p.

What it is though that perked my need to bring back the once was, was a pointless trip up to londontown this weekend on which I had a fantastic time and got to meet up with so many friends of which I hold so dear. And see for me, this isn't a normal oh I miss my friends deal. Oh no.

I've moved around a lot in my time, and god willing the friends I still hold from those past southern ontario residences will not be big on blogs, but the friends I made in London are the closest, most like, most compatable group of all right that I've ever encountered.

I changed schools so much as a kid that I even developed a system as to how I would make friends in a new place. First, you hang out with the smokers because everyone knows a smoker. I myself never smoked until university, but in highschool everyone knew the smokers, loved the smokers, and gathered to meet in the smoking pit. From there you branch into a good group of guys, and from there the girls, and from there PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA; all right enough of this.

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that if you want to know some really cool people, who I hope to hold dear til the end of days, move to london, that or read my links, that or become me and fall into a pit of bliss where no one can escape.


you know when you write something and you really plan on it sounding different then the finished product. This is one of those times. so to caboose this train wreck I will now formulate a shitty rhyme.

When push comes to shove and you ain't got no love,
Just remember the juice and the squeeze.
When its cold outside and you aint got no glove,
Just remember the juice and the squeeze
When you wish you could find peace, but you ain't got no dove,
Just the remember the juice and the squeeze.

pulp ain't nothing but life's reminder,
that even when you have to concentrate, there ain't nothing finer,
then the juice and the squeeze.


The previous poem was entitled Popular Mechanics for Kids

posted by mr. tomas ubik @ Tuesday, September 20, 2005