I've been converted: UPDATED!

To the alien cult of Charles Pride. I've long been a fan of classic country (for at least 2 years) and there are few artists on par with Mr. Pride; therefore I find it just a small step from casual admiration to unqualified devotion. Mr. Pride: I welcome you as my savior. All my prayers go to only you and the comets. The lyrics of your music are neither merely words no things to sing, but tell the story of our universe. Next, I will download your entire discography and buy an iPod to listen to it. I already have an iPod, but it is a secular one. The Sacred and the Profane shall not mix on my wires!






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Christ it all makes sense!


LAST UPDATE I PROMISE!!!








It all makes sense now.


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EVERYTHING IS ILLUMINATED!
It all makes sense now.


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I UNDERSTAND I UNDERSTAND I UNDERSTAND!!! LEAD US ON, PROUD CHARLEY!!!!

Cyborg Language Institute

I shouldn't tell other people my ideas. But what the hell. Somebody should start a language institute called Cyborg Language Learning Lab. C triple L. It's like connecting a computer up to your brain and learning the language automatically.



That's all I got.



Except I've been watching lots of movies and listening to lots of music. I have been torrenting like a madman. I'm obsessed with torrenting. I have so much music now that I'll never be able to listen to it all. It's insane. I've downloaded the discographies of Bjork, Nine Inch Nails, Bob Dylan--every bootleg, every re-mix, every everything.



I'll have to get a iPod cyborg chip so I can just listen to everything sped up but with my brain cycle sped up too. Come on iPod, you have to come up with the eVerything-pod for your brain so I can listen to all 30 re-mixes of Everyday is Exactly the Same.