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Sunday, 23 November 2003
names
bring her home where she may belong
and from there she may go nowhere
but down a frosted path to fields of fruit
or a door to the outside,
at least once, she?s found her home
she may not like her home
as quickly she?s leaving,
following those bright eyed
and bushy tailed to what?s better

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 7:11 PM EST
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Monday, 17 November 2003
Someone
Someone tell me where I?m going
Teach me what to do
Find me when I?m lost
And come to my rescue,

Someone show me where I?ve gone wrong
Help me with love
Heal my wounds
And tell me to rise above,

Someone humour me when I?m silly
Laugh at me when I?m stupid
Hold me when I hurt
And keep me from hatred

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 11:25 PM EST
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what i'm doing while i'm not in english...
is english literature really productive for me? i have a few choice words, but it's so draining, i don't really even feel like saying them. it's just such a crap shoot.

i understand that there good books, and i agree, but forcing people to read is not conducive to happy people. really, trust me.

would someone, possibly andre, explain this to me? actually, i'm not sure i want to know. better yet, remember dancing jesus?

what, you want an actually educational link? well, learn!

that is all.

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 1:07 PM EST
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Sunday, 16 November 2003

erika is good at finding funny stuff on the net, this one is particularly ironical. maybe erika really should be spending more time on homework


nah...
;)

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 2:17 PM EST
Updated: Sunday, 16 November 2003 2:23 PM EST
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The Beach
saw the sun run away
to the beach with me,
and find that we love
the bright sands of beauty
burning off our feet!
we love it, the pain
that beauty brings,
things to feed us
the juice that will
one day kill,
for to see more then
the beach, each must
reach for the words,
the speech which will
free us from our need,
that can be just
what we use to
slip away the
bonds that beach us

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 1:27 PM EST
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Saturday, 15 November 2003
cult you say?
blog is....

a festival of lights? no no...

blog is a place in the ?ther, availble to each of us to express our virtual expressions.

maybe,

blog is the newest form of semi-exhibitionism?

blog is a cyber window into the soul.

welcome Byron to the bloggin' world!

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 12:27 AM EST
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Tuesday, 11 November 2003
NEWS
no more beard. yep, got me a chin stripe... man, i got chorse facial hair. took about 20 minutes. well, i really don't have the right tools for it. yeah, maybe i'm crazy ;-)

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 10:37 PM EST
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POLITICS

the truth is out there

:-?

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 9:15 PM EST
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Monday, 10 November 2003
music => happy jack
i'm totally jealous of the amount of comments erika has.

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stream of conscience
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i gave the word, took on my aspect, and raised my attibute. the feeling of greatness was fluent in me. life is what happens when your busy making other plans and when i told the man to take what he can, and from there and then i've been chasing him down. i think i remember the point when dream fell behind reality. i think i remember when i because second best. why did they come just to boo us? the tale of the tape, life's instant replay? or better yet rewind. the change in the air, and the world coming to it's ________ at the end of the tunnel or the head of a pin. the beast rolls on half a tank of gas, moving through time. i tell you, coherancy is over rated. the dragon of today is the gecko of tomorrow, it's been like that for ever.

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some don't consider that poetry. i'll keep me opinion to myself.

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 9:56 PM EST
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I love ali.

Posted by jazz/hippy0 at 12:14 AM EST
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