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My name is Clay Egan.
The animal which symbolizes me is German shepard.
The color of my soul is Olive green.
The celebrity I most resemble is tuna.
My special pain or illness is chocolate.
My most important time of day is 4:oo am.
The shape of my life is triangle.
And the flavor which identifies me most is tulips.

Use this information wisely. 

silver

 I can show you the world. What world? Nooooo, ya can't. Sorry to burst your bubble. Bubble buddy. But the thing is the world has all it's shadows and corners and I don't get to see them. You don't even get to see them. I'm sure there's even places that no one gets to see. I would like to see those places. I'd rather walk down a beautiful hidden alley than to ever glance at the Eiffel Tower, because truth is I've already seen the Eiffel Tower thanks to the billions of tourists throwing their touristy Tower pictures at me. Yeah yeah a picture isn't the same, but I want to walk down that alley. Every story has a setting, and every setting has a story. Pretty sure this alley will have a better story behind it. If not, I'll make one. And then it can be my story and I'll write it however I want, ya dig? Good. What's your place? Where you wanna go? I have more places to go. Alley, check. Hmm, what else do I want to see. An abandoned bus, a broken ship, a crashed airplane, and your heart. Can I be there? In your heart. Maybe not. I want to be in empty places, and leave them with my memory. Just me. A little drop of a legacy just to throw off the groove of "emptiness". Maybe that's why you're a little scared, but that's okay. I can always wait to give your heart a little hug. Tug it my way. But don't worry, I'll stick around. Find me in the alley, I'm the one holding tears.

family chat

People always ask me why I write my blog the way I do. Mostly nonsense to those who don't understand it, and let's face it that's probably all of you. No offense. And yes my blog is for you to read, but it's also just to keep myself going sometimes. I'm a fan of self-expression and social media doesn't always do the job. Anyway, most blogs are full of opinionated rants on "issues" or "change the world" fantasies. Wee bit narcissist I'd think. The way to success is following your dreams, not throwing them at people who take a few minutes to read your meaningless rants. Blogging is such a hipster world, everyone else is saying the exact same thing. In fact, you probably got your ideas from someone else anyway, show some credit. Yes, I know the irony of me ranting on ranters but if you wanna win you gotta play the same game. So back to THIS blog that you're reading, I write it for fun. If I want you to think about something I'll bring it up in a fun way. People learn the most when they figure things out themselves with guidance, not from lists of do's and don'ts. I'd like to think of myself as more of a Dear Abby rather than a politician. Come to me with a problem and I'll give you a hug and kind words, not shove a law down your throat because it's the "way it should be". I don't know what's best for you, and neither do the ranters. Indirect expression is my specialty. If you feel guilty about something it's probably because you did something wrong, not because I told you so. So take my thoughts for what you want them to be. If you think I'm talking about you, fix what you think I'm talking about. Otherwise just enjoy it. My blog is not to point things out, but more so to "take a look" at your own experiences. My thoughts are small and not worth much- Chocolate is Brown.

my computer gon' die

Look it. Let me write what I wanna. Don't care what your parents say, forget structure. Judging me already, are you? Fine. But I got this, my own. Shout for independence. Do something different. But is it really different? Or is everyone else just too common to do it. Not me. Uh oh, incorrect grammar. Rules rules rules. Great people break rules. I'm not the first to say it, and I won't be the last. But I am one to say it. What's my message? No, don't break the law. But there's no reason to go one way when there's another way to go. Just go, and figure it out on your own, on your way there. I can tell how your mind is just tearing this apart. Sentence by sentence the more you read the more out of the way it gets. Don't try to follow, Just pass by please. Thank you kindly. Refuse arguments without worth. After the answering machine fills up, take a look and see what's there, not wasting a second. Skip the pettiness, and dwell on what will last. You can decide that. Your choice. But alas, respect choices. Please don't stir up trouble. Opinions. Peace. Cardboard boxes. Keep it simple and speak softly. Tell what you want, tell. If you are rejected, keep walking. You are not alone, but you might be the only one heard. Tie up your shoes. Chocolate is Brown.

the s (:

My feet are cold. Let's take medicine. The table just vibrated. Cookie dough please. Table vibrating, feet colding, cookie doughing medicine. Sure, moron. Forget new year's resolutions. My throat has been shrinking, give me yogurt. Write a song about giving me yogurt. On a horse. A white one. Don't drink the coffee, or kool-aid that is of certain violet coloration. However, violent coloration may be perfectly acceptable. Maybe. Ask Simon. Please appreciate your hands. They type, they write, they hold, the hit, they grasp, they push, they pull, they give, they take, they harm, they mend, they comfort, they abuse, they discourage, they love, they fix, they destroy, they tear down, they build. Such complexities that we ignore. Use them wisely, please dear. Edward has scissors. Turn on the light. Leave it on. Hiding nothing, ever. Let that change your world. Make a world of your own. Forget criticism. Imagine like a child. Create like a child. Stop caring so much, like a child. Stop thinking about children. Tarantula.

Geometry

LOOK AT YOUR FACE!! is it smiling? Frowning? What is it doing? My face is making the inquisitive one raised eyebrow face.. I'm rather unhappy bcuz I'm blogging from my friend's iPad.. I don't like iPads very much but whatever, such is life. Smiling is quite important. My dearest mother gave me cotton candy today (bless the dentist) and it says smiles guaranteed!, really? Yes! The container itself even says "It has been scientifically proven that it is impossible for someone to eat Fun Sweets cotton candy without cracking a smile. In fact we're so confident of this fact that we guarantee it. DISCLAIMER The Fun Sweets smile guarantee applies to typically pleasant individuals. If you are a major grouch that doesn't smile at a puppy or a rainbow then even we can't help you." Sounds good to me right? Even the Bible (MSG) says in Proverbs 31:25 regarding the virtuous woman, "she always faces tomorrow with a smile". Hmm, I guess I'll have to get over being upset at this iPad. But for future reference, they don't need to put the little lines under the F and J on the keyboard... I'm pretty sure no one using a touchscreen is blind. Please prove me wrong. What makes you guys smile eh? The radio show that I host at school is all about the motives we have behind smiling. We have all fake smiled at one point or another. It could have been to impress someone or just to hide the feelings you were having. I happen to always fake smile after the severe disappointments of never winning the best elbow painting contest ): not that I've ever painted with my elbow or seen a contest held for it.. But I still didn't win so that's something to be upset about!! I jest. But hey there's a few genuine people out there... Like that lady who holds the record for the most plastic surgeries.. No deception at all!! Hmm.. Maybe not my best example. However, some of us really do have things to smile about (: so let me know, what are you hiding? Whats wrong? What do you need for a smile or what took your smile away? Is it relative? Tell me tell me (: I'm here for you!!, haha. So alas dear friends! Chocolate is overrated.

worthment

I do not wish to measure time. I don't want to think about being productive, because that's relative right? Ah, I am only making excuses to not pick up my room. I state the case that I do not have enough strength to pick up my room anyway, for the act of lifting up an entire room by the floorboards might put too much strain on this fragile back. Language is a funny thing. In the meanwhile, I have managed to accomplish other things. Are these accomplishments great? Well, that all depends on how much you value a suspended room in the first place. Like I said, productivity is relative. Or rather, subjective. Objective? I can never get those meanings straight. Or narrow.Yet again, language is a funny thing. So back to putting eternity back into it's little pieces- all I have managed to do today is sleep, finish all of Gilmore Girls, digest some food, and make mostly useless chatter with friends about tentative and most unlikely plans. Simply indubitable. I like that last sentence, small and delicious, such as the look on my face when withholding a sneeze. Preposterous. To whom it may concern, I'm a fan of the lemon packets. I do not wish to attend lecture sessions at all, ever again, unless taught by Tim Burton. Tomorrow's weather forecast is partly moony with a chance of sprinkler systems going off at inopportune moments. Your perfume smells like grass. Have a moist day, Darth Vader.