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Well, I just got home from a nite with the LaRouche Youth Movement. It was... It was fun. We sat around and read Poe and Keats and discussed what it all means. We read The Casks of Amantillo (yeah, I mispelled tha) and talked about the way that it speaks of the downfall of Spain's "golden age" and also the way it can serve as a warning against sinful pride.
They gave me a piece of music to study and learn so I can play with them. I haven't played in a real live orchaestra in such a long time and I really didn't plan on going back to classical music, so I am quite nervous. I'm also going to give them some of the Russian Red Army Chorus recordings I have.
Its nice to find a group of people that really do campaign for and further the ideas I have brought myself up on.
I think that is why I truly believe their claims that we all have all wordly ideas available to us at all times... I didn't have anyone tell me these ideas - they were just there. God? The spirits of those before me? Hallucinatory drugs? I dunno, but I'm glad that I at least have the ides and now an outlet for them.

In sad news, however, Greenie the Super Flying Turbo Ninja is dead and his shell was taken over by Hapanaxangrass. I don't know the details of the death, but with Super Flying Turbo Ninja missing his big claw, it wouldn't suprise me that David's crab would do something like kick a friend when they're down.