EMO PHILIPS SIGNED MY FOREHEAD.

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emo phillips
To Miranda, a hauTe mama.
sincereLy,
emo Philips

ARE YOU HEARING THIS?

one two three bang

i met orson scott card
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i met ray bradbury
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i couldnt meet michael crichton

i met emo philips
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i need to meet steven martin

i need to decide who is worthy of being my third


if i was 21 i would follow him everywhere.


i never thought id get so giddy. that man on the movie screen could never make my shiver. i dont quiver in the hands of you. but oh oh oh ooohh, i almost fainted when i saw the dalai lama. my hands wouldnt stop shaking. boy oh boy i still look at the words you wrote in my book. you called me his friend. if i could be his friend my inferiority complex would act up to the point of self implosion. i love him even though he's not real. when you complimented me i shook. i couldnt stop smiling and my cheeks started to hurt. imagine if i met elvis. yeah yeah i know he didnt write his music. dont trash talk me about it. if you look at that man you'll understand.
i want a genius like yours.

this
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once i worked at a morgue. because im a people person. except when they move.

i dont know where im going to put this poster you got me. it was so nice of you. so so nice of you. i cant read you. but i could sing you. sunny caifornia will miss your bones.

missed the expiration date. no wonder.
emo was right about pasadena.
so much coffee so little to stay awake for.
breakfast tomorrow in north hollywood.

thank you for being my friends. goodnight.