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Previous: 4/26-4/30 5/03-5/10 5/11-5/21 5/23-5/28 5/29-6/04 6/05-6/10 6/11-6/15 6/16-6/26 a dream of something i can not know music and samples i want to show her tell her this is how you made me feel how miserable i am today i am chewing on a plastic knife that i have bent in a thousand directions unable to focus work is just a wish i am getting nothing done my body punishing me for three hours sleep link sometime on the morning of the naked sun we found the city hidden in your shoe walking down the street of unwashed machine a bird flew in my ear we sat down for a drink you ordered a table to build your house i hovered in the flowers words dripped on the floor and the cat licked it up a bark or two for the homeless man he is nude in the puddle but i have a spare rag wipe down the bike we are going for a drive just tie my laces first so tight it is hard to breath feels good though like peanut butter and jelly or shrimp in the clouds synthetic apocolypse i try to explain it to you but you dont understand too caught up in my gender try to hand us a paper clip but it's no good type it on his chin this is too funny but we have gone too far now away from the things of man a dangerous way we stroll pull your shirt tight my dear so they know i am not a threat if they kill me you should hide in my shell see the world in a transparency - Thursday, May 28, 1998 at 11:08:58 (EDT) this is pretty neat - Thursday, May 28, 1998 at 10:41:04 (EDT) her another one of them pouring out the tumoil of having what it is i want so bad in her car driving to nowhere she plays her music... Lou, Bare Naked, Paula Cole and she sings along i so much want to yell at her scream at the top of my lungs: stop it not because she can not sing, she can, and very well not because i don't like the songs, i do, she has good taste it's because she emotes because the emotions ooze out of her like a thick tar that i drown in my empathy a prisoner to their every swell she is killing me with her pain i am killing myself with my desire to provide her some way out an answer to her questions and when she talks there is the white noise static allowing me to think, get a grasp of my thoughts but the music is too much she pours into me filling the veins that flow through the muscles in the hand clenched in a fist around my heart - Thursday, May 28, 1998 at 02:33:22 (EDT) Bn showed me another online music place cuz i'm mad at GoGaGa cuz they didn't play Siouxsie like i requested - Wednesday, May 27, 1998 at 17:31:28 (EDT) happy birthday to Siouxsie Sioux (5.27.57) and while finding that page i found this one follow that link because all those women rock!!! - Wednesday, May 27, 1998 at 12:42:03 (EDT) the other evening a friend pointed out that i do not have much of my illustration online she was refering to my hand drawn work the "traditional mediums she was right and in order to appeas her i offer you these three, large file size/no slick page, scans:
- Wednesday, May 27, 1998 at 01:26:58 (EDT)
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heh, Thanks!- Tuesday, May 26, 1998 at 18:01:16 (EDT) Justin is writing again, freed from thesis hell The Gus, Justin Hall, & this Steadman fellow I'm gonna let you in on a little secret they are fake all virtual in reality they are just one person her name is Dorothy Brown a 47 year old black woman that runs a bakery in southern texas ya see Dorothy is really lonely and bored she had some extra cash and decided to make some new friends so here she is churning out web pages she pays these young boys to pose for pictures on the sites and it got so popular that she has had to have them rehearse scripts that she wrote that way she can send them off to conferences and such they mumble alot, but it get's written off as their "artistic" nature so there you go the truth that was out there revealed too bad i don't have any pikchurz of Scully huh? - Tuesday, May 26, 1998 at 14:16:06 (EDT) it is lunch time back at work after four days was puking air friday... so yes it was four days off not really in tune with the work concept kickin out some web pages though oh the things I've done w/ Virginia Ham now that i think about it i have not linked to my work in a while so here is the site i took over as webmaster for sitting here eating some seafood variant of pasta salad trying like hell to figure out who Carl Steadman is he's pretty attractive for a web guy watch out Bn i just can't figure out if this kat is someone i SHOULD know heh shmooz and BTW go look at my guestbook and DO follow those links i'm lucky in that no bad web page owners sign my guestbook - Tuesday, May 26, 1998 at 12:59:20 (EDT) this dark feeling i find myself in a warm lover in my bed she calls to me i, standing in the light of the moon stare through the window at a cat on a car's roof i need to shower our deviant acts together leave me feeling dirty i wish i could escape her not think about the pills she offers or the gun or the running so much weight she reminds me of her whispers in my ear of money due but money not had her spotlights on little irritations by those i hold close she pulls me from them her sultry form so easy to bury myself in she would let them bury me this woman, beast, lover knowing my buttons how to release the anger inside my heart the pain of years built into something more dreadfull than i care to aknowledge i swore to myself she would not lead me to the end again that the last time i was there a sarah pulled me free my lover points out that they are all too far away all of them those that could not possibly know me they're just words i say only if i could know them not nothing but her squeezing her in my arms as the needle pushes in slowly one last high it is the escape i seek she is with me so it will be them, you, us that i flee from the cost of existence so high diese Frau ist mein Tiefstand eine Metapher für, was ich kann nicht zulassen - Tuesday, May 26, 1998 at 01:13:21 (EDT) Right fear and - Loathing of the saw; I fall for gurl of one another man; it and I Saegetogether I the phenomenon, if junkie been its; in one another extension of life I died in OD I am that full safe; to the remainder, that fingernails here mine; chews; because I age last the two long hours - Sunday, May 24, 1998 at 01:07:04 (EDT) just saw Fear & Loathing i'm falling for another man's gurl they and i saw it together i the freak, that should have been a junkie in another life i died from an OD i'm pretty sure of that sitting here chewing my fingernails like i have been for the past two hours - Sunday, May 24, 1998 at 01:01:56 (EDT) a well made escape from reality..... this Ultima Online game i have found Alek Traunic in the Chesapeak shard making his home in the city of Yew hours have i spent there building towards a being that is greater other warriors met Cluruchan walked the path with me watched as a fould beast fell me his aid a great help i escape from what is real a translation of poem: i my bitter life i almost loose sight of what is good what is pure the innocent gave of a child up to the heavens skies that are filled with mounds of cotton a beauty of nature eclipsing all that i think of as wrong how can i be angry in a world with such magic pure a planet that is made of grace there can be no wrong in a world this amazing that my life lasted forms stone I close aligning outside to block that this pure not guiltily of cavity elasticity a child sky that which too much riempirsi beauty cotton normal monticule for colludere much that which to too much think like malvagitā like same in relative position I disturbing in such world planet that which too so pure to form magic beauty relative in degree here any malvagitā in world astonishment - Saturday, May 23, 1998 at 20:18:08 (EDT) |   |
