Posted: 4/9/2006, 9:20 am
podcasting is feeding apple pie to whales.
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Posted: 4/9/2006, 11:52 am
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Getting close! I'm going out so I'll probably miss it!
Getting close! I'm going out so I'll probably miss it!Posted: 4/9/2006, 11:59 am
The Demon Bunny is gonna eat me!!
Posted: 4/9/2006, 12:12 pm
just like you they're only lonely boys and girls like all over the world
Posted: 4/10/2006, 12:22 am
Whispers Issue Forth After A Long Silence
A hushed trickle of emotion floats into my ears, as if from far away. In this darkness I see nothing, only the faltering stars in the sky above me, flickering as if they are candles about to die out. There is no wind here to touch my skin, to move the leaves, only the cold air around me. Quietly pushing down, taking my breath away, untill I'm on the ground gasping. Again the whisper, it brushes against my ear, never loud enough to understand. From time to time the stars brighten enough for me to see dim outlines, but every time they fade again, closer to going out then before. In this state, I lay. The slow laboring of breath in and out, nothing more, and nothing less. I'll lay and pray, waiting for the light, waiting for the end of the long silence.
Little Holes
I sit and stare into white artificial light. Seeking something that isn't there, something to fill in my little holes. Perhaps it's to white-wash my insides, and brighten my eyes. Perhaps it's only to pass the time. Perhaps there's no reason at all, and thats something we should understand. I am a great spectator from my home on the sidelines. Quietly watching and waiting. I notice the way her own skin never seems to fit, and the way he build's barriors of bravado to keep the cold away. But I say nothing and keep to myself, watching, and waiting. There's a man I know, who's full of candy sweet smiles and sounds. He's friendly, neat, and proper. But inside he's all shadows and hate, frightful and fake. Nothing but meaningless ettiquette, and sugary smiles. I notice these things outside the window, where I sit. No mirrors, only glass. I see all this but say nothing, watching, and waiting. Then I sit again staring into artificial light, seeking something that isn't there. Something to fill my little holes.[/b]
A hushed trickle of emotion floats into my ears, as if from far away. In this darkness I see nothing, only the faltering stars in the sky above me, flickering as if they are candles about to die out. There is no wind here to touch my skin, to move the leaves, only the cold air around me. Quietly pushing down, taking my breath away, untill I'm on the ground gasping. Again the whisper, it brushes against my ear, never loud enough to understand. From time to time the stars brighten enough for me to see dim outlines, but every time they fade again, closer to going out then before. In this state, I lay. The slow laboring of breath in and out, nothing more, and nothing less. I'll lay and pray, waiting for the light, waiting for the end of the long silence.
Little Holes
I sit and stare into white artificial light. Seeking something that isn't there, something to fill in my little holes. Perhaps it's to white-wash my insides, and brighten my eyes. Perhaps it's only to pass the time. Perhaps there's no reason at all, and thats something we should understand. I am a great spectator from my home on the sidelines. Quietly watching and waiting. I notice the way her own skin never seems to fit, and the way he build's barriors of bravado to keep the cold away. But I say nothing and keep to myself, watching, and waiting. There's a man I know, who's full of candy sweet smiles and sounds. He's friendly, neat, and proper. But inside he's all shadows and hate, frightful and fake. Nothing but meaningless ettiquette, and sugary smiles. I notice these things outside the window, where I sit. No mirrors, only glass. I see all this but say nothing, watching, and waiting. Then I sit again staring into artificial light, seeking something that isn't there. Something to fill my little holes.[/b]
Posted: 4/10/2006, 1:37 am
Who are you?
I'm the enchanted wizard of rhythm.
I'm the enchanted wizard of rhythm.
Posted: 4/10/2006, 8:18 am
"Guy's, it's not 'I've got crabs'..."
Posted: 4/10/2006, 1:46 pm
hahahaha i can't believe everyone thought 182 was the end of fillers.
*goes off to cry*
*goes off to cry*
Posted: 4/10/2006, 3:17 pm
you're my wonderwall
Posted: 4/10/2006, 7:23 pm
thanks 
Posted: 4/10/2006, 7:26 pm
she was obviously referring to me, melissa! geeeez!Posted: 4/10/2006, 10:18 pm
*waaahchoo!!*
dammit whoever it is that can't stop thinking about me, stop thinking about me!!
*sniff*
dammit whoever it is that can't stop thinking about me, stop thinking about me!!
*sniff*
Posted: 4/10/2006, 10:19 pm
*raises hand sheepishly*
I just can't get you out of my head! I'M SORRY JEEZ!
I just can't get you out of my head! I'M SORRY JEEZ!
Posted: 4/10/2006, 10:21 pm
now, megan, i know it's hard to resist me, but i don't fancy all this sneezing all the time!Posted: 4/10/2006, 10:47 pm
I've been sneezing a lot too lately.
Have YOU been thinking about ME??
Have YOU been thinking about ME??
Posted: 4/10/2006, 10:52 pm
erm, noooo....*shifty eyes*
okay, fine, i admit it! there, happy now?!
okay, fine, i admit it! there, happy now?!
Posted: 4/10/2006, 10:53 pm
Garr! WIN!
Posted: 4/11/2006, 8:33 am
I forgot I left my CD player on upstairs and all of a sudden I heard...
"....I WANNA PLAAAY SOOMMME NAKED PEEK-A-BOO! I WANNA PLAAAAAAY SOOOOMMMMME NAKED PEEK-A-BOO..."
I've gotta stop putting songs I don't want my family to listen to on CDs.
"....I WANNA PLAAAY SOOMMME NAKED PEEK-A-BOO! I WANNA PLAAAAAAY SOOOOMMMMME NAKED PEEK-A-BOO..."
I've gotta stop putting songs I don't want my family to listen to on CDs.
Posted: 4/11/2006, 8:44 am
Who the hell sings that song? :O
Posted: 4/12/2006, 8:05 pm
urg. i feel like i'm dying of hunger, but i know i'm not. I NEED SOMETHING SWEET!!!