Rising Up.

In roughly 16 hours I will be back in the Gainesville area. As for the previous post, I won't say it should be disregarded, but understand everyone has rough patches. You can't choose when they come at you, but you can try to be better. That's all you can ever do, really.

I haven't let you all go, and I won't. You were all good to me, and I can only hope that I was good to you.

At the risk of having this sound like my old livejournal,

I love you all.

Ya lyublyu nikh.

Also, The In Crowd by the Kidz in the Hall is a great hip-hop album, which everyone should listen to twice right now. See y'all in the evening.

-Raf Deini

Rising Down.

In roughly 48 hours I expect to be back in Miami. This town will be in cinders.

Everything ends, after all. People in your life are seasons. We had some fun, some ups and downs, but in the end, you gotta let me go. I already have.

At least, I'd like to think so.

Do svidaniya, vsyekh.

Glocko Pop

Do Svidaniya, Djeljosevic is back on track. Currently Daniel Martin Djeljosevic and I are sitting in the apartment hopped up on lemonade and The O.C. reruns and banging out the comedic script to end all comedic scripts. We're going to murder comedy once and for all with episode one, tentatively titled "Glocko Pop." Also, each episode will be named after a Wu-Tang or Wu-Tang related song. KILLA BEE STING.

Oh, and I graduated. Tight.

Here I come, San Diego Slabbin', Til next time, I'm making my exit on some calm shit, so hit me on the regular for kegs of more...

VOMITSPIT.

...And It Happens Every Day...

I can hardly believe it's been four years of highs and lows, ins and outs, and just about every pair of coaxial emotions you can imagine. But above all, it's been real, and I couldn't have done it without you all. All of you.

Exploder will be back soon, when I get some fresh ideas and initiative. But it's coming. And don't forget to catch my exploits as I go West Coast Lampin and San Diego Slabbin, simultaneously.

I guess this is the long goodbye.