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08/12/07 This is my story for August 12th 2007... The frame of mind I am in currently effects every word that comes out. So this story could change completely as soon as 7pm tonite... I just woke up and had a LUNA bar (Chai Tea flavor for you nit-pickers) HERE WE GO..... I'm socially retarded.... I prefer getting really deep into conversation with one person rather than bouncing off of several at a party or bar... It takes me a good hour to warm up to a good conversation anyways. I can stay in my bedroom for weeks at a time and not punch myself in the face over it... I've made imagination my life-partner and I'm just as happy sitting on my mattress in my room listening to my IPOD and dreaming as I am making the scenes. I'm scared of how many cynics there are anyways now and how it's encouraged... We all are sitting on the sidelines now and shitting on any player we put in. I love creating... Whether it be a song, a bit on the radio, a little video, or this. I put my heart and soul into it and don't care about the results... That's for other people to digest. I don't care about hits on youtube or album sales because I didn't make anything with that in mind... I just like capturing a time in my life that I know is fleeting... I still feel anything is possible at any moment... Good or bad. My dreams at night have taken on a life of it's own because I have shown fearlessness in nightmares. They consist mostly of adventures I wish to go on, and women I wish I could hang with in my waking state... It has come to the point where I wake up in the morning after a great dream with the desires and passions that vision planted in my head. I actually find myself getting depressed in my waking state because of the challenges these dreams inspire. The only time I ever feel I have full control and therefore full-happiness in creating is my videos and my music... The rest is at the mercy of whoever is my boss... Because I need money. "the method acting that pays my bills keeps a fat man feeding in Beverly Hills, I got a heavy metal mouth that hurls obscenities and I get my check cashed at the trash treasury, because I took my own insides out." Yes the voice is fake when I play Robby Roadsteamer... I'm pretty quiet in real life... If I'm not it just means I want something. I know I shouldn't need anything from the world, and that most people are caught up in a rat race they will never win... Someone you know will have more shit or have a better relationship than you... (in your eyes) But that doesn't stop me from voicing the fact I believe in true love... most people never get there... They settle for a comfortable shoe because they're afraid of being alone with the only person they're ever going to have to make happy... Most people never even try to understand that being happy will only come from yourself... Your perception of day to day life and what your actually trying to be rather than get... Even though I know this to be true I secretly crave a relationship beyond my wildest dreams with someone who blows my mind... Until that comes I settle for sushi at Shaws. If you made it this far I thank you. I really do. I'm fighting with 20000 million influences in your life to get my words across.... 20000 million youtube videos, TV shows, bands, radio stations, friends, newspapers.. everything.. to have this moment with you... You don't need to take anything away from it... But I'm happy it was worth your time. In this day and age where information is so plentiful and our attention spans so short... Thanks! It's a shame alot of people can't focus on one thing for more than a few minutes.... "Thinking about the war at 9:21A.M... Thinking about that funny Dunkin Doughnuts ad at 9:21 and a half A.M"... Well that's all for now. Please take a moment to check out some funny little videos or other things on my website. Rob E-mail Robby at robbyroadsteamer@aol.com 
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