I've been tagged by friends thingy. So I guess I'll leave my friends a message as well. No need for the silly tag-back-spam-gypsy-curse-hoo-hah. Just gonna post them as is.
Thanks for being like my soul bro and all. You probably don't sense or get this, but I do look up to you, as silly as that sounds, ha ha. It's amazing how alike we are in some ways, but as soon as it come to music, we are at complete ends, and yet, we still like what the other finds. And have amazing/terrible humor, ha ha. Plan on staying in touch with you, say, forever, at least.
We don't talk much, and it's understandable, and that's okay for me. We had a wild fun ride together, and we both have our own plates with what was dished to us now, and just letting you know that I still believe in you. You and your pardner take care on your journey. Be strong.
Why must you be so cute and bubbly and excitable. Your life situation seems kind of downer from my point of view, and yet here you are being giddy and happy and stuff. No wonder I fell in love with you. It's contagious. Thanks for having to see the "ugly" me sometimes. Oh, and while you deny being hipster, you will be full blown hipster. Bibio is just the beginning of your musical quest.
We only shot a few messages to each other, and kind of saw each other change blog names and directions and that, and I still don't know much about your personal life in college or that, but you have great taste in music and glitches, and would like to thank you for supporting my blog without having to be a sell-out or anything, like a true art appreciator (even though what I make is hardly art, ha ha). Success will be yours soon.
I don't give a damn what you say, you make a damn fine co-leader. Hell, probably a better commander than I. And while it isn't like the East Side, this collective of ravishing devils and wonked children would no way be more fun, easier, or better without you. That's an order.
Yeah, I already know you're off to that Christian boarding school and in no way can read this anyways, but just for the record, thanks for being my rantee and all, and for having do deal with all my emotional bullshit. Even though we hate each other so fucking much, I think that's the beauty of it. Expect hatemail, and don't get brainwashed, or I'll be disappointed in you.
I haven't seen any posts of yours for a while, and when we did chat, it was basically a giant book of words and sometimes wisdom. That's because you're in Hawaii now, off in a vivid world of hopefully great friends and challenges for you to overcome and not be overwhelmed by. I'm sad that such conditions forced you into that as a back-up plan, but you're a wonderful flower, and I know your life will be brighter in due time.
Thanks for being an awesome inspiration to my work and my trailblazer for cool mediums to use for glitches and the like. Sorry that I borrowed your ideas for them. I want to everybody to know that you're the original cool guy for projector-core glitches and being an even cooler supporter of my work blog.
Every time we go out, it's just a fucking surreal trip of amusement, fun, and badly time jokes, ha ha. And it always ends up taking place at the Fremont. Especially that one time with the punk rock group. I forgot their name, but holy shit, it was a alcoholic/heroin party for moshers and puppet lovers. Crazy shit bro.
You don't have a blog, so I can just say whatever and not tag you. Quit being so damn tall and telling me to relax and going out of your way to comfort me despite what I put ya through. And by that, what I mean is, thanks, for everything, really. It's scary how fucking accurate your predictions are. Glad to have you as a friend, truly.
Oh yeah, and it's in no particular order. So yeah, have fun figuring out which one you are (which shouldn't be hard at all for those tagged, but a bitch for everyone else, ha ha).