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Did You Just See What GOD Did To Us?

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I've Wiped Better Conversations Out Of My Ass Then I Have Out Of "Some " People

I light fires and create masks of the what-may-have-been. After such excruciating mental fixation, I focus my talents on torrential rainfall on Denman Island during desert season. I treat myself to ice-cream, and after, purchase one of them type-writers that secrete juices for mankind. During the sake of this year's fortune, I focus on the fixation of Yaqui Dream Fixation. The Next Time You Dream Of Work, Enlist The Differences Into Your Immediate Surrounding Immediately.

for example, in dream, i discovered that the files at work were newly filed. instead of the traditional method of small numbers to large numbers, the files at work were filed from small numbers at either end of the file, to the largest numbers at the centre of the filing cabinet.

AND IT ALL MAKES PERFECT SENSE!

I'll Be On Japanese TV (...and not you)

My bro and I were sitting near the infamous Shibuya Crossing, bored with coffees, looking at girls climbing into convertible BMWs with their expensive boyfriends. Two dudes with a video camera approached us.
"Do you speak Japanese?"
I point to my bro, and the three of them jabber on for no more than a half-minute while I continue with my coffee. Something was decided. One Japanese dude whips out a video camera and starts to pan back and forth in front of my bro's face, zooming in and out. The other Japanese guy yanks a picture of Salmon Roe out of his knapsack and holds it up for us to stare at.
My bro says, "Ikura. Tamago." They ask for English. "Salmon Roe." Then with Japanese pronunciation, "Sahl-mon Roh desu." Then back in English. "Salmon Roe."
Japanese man number two puts the picture back into his bag and slides a notebook and a fat jiffy marker into my bro's hand. My bro gets the idea that he should write out "Salmon Roe" onto the page . He has neat writing filled with luxurious curves.
The Cameraman focuses on both of us and asks us to say "Salmon Roe" together. On the count of three. I looked kinda spaced out. It's hard to focus with a thousand people walking past every minute. They informed us that next week, on ASAHI TV, after Doraemon we'd be aired to an audience of millions.

Doreamon is a manga story about a robotic cat who travels back in time to the 22nd century to help a schoolboy. It's intensly popular. I guess we're the PSA/English lesson after the show.

So that's the story about how I'll be on Japanese TV. The fact that it's at the Shibuya Crossing makes it kinda cool, as that crossing has been featured in some great movies and now I'll also be featured in some way on the screen at that place. And not you.

Also went to a curry buffet. Also found where the Canadian Bar is. They sell Sleeman's there. For 13 bucks a pop. Might be worth it on payday.

Later that night, at my bro's and sis's house in Meguro, a package arrived. The delivery man asked what it was and my sis replied, "a deer's head." They all laughed. When she opened it, it was indeed a deer's head. Except is was a plaster mold. Hot-Pink with glittery horns.