Sunday Jun 08, 2003

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A tanka for today:

Some are forced to sink,
salt-soaked, greased, and cumbersome.
Some will drift away,
they will float up in your skin,
distorted without a leash.


My photo classes start tomorrow. No days off for 3 1/2 weeks. Ack. blackeyed Looking forward to it, though.

End Transmission. robot
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b4byl0n:
Funny you would start the 4our. When I wrote m'journal entry, the first line reminded me of pestilence.
But where do we go next... we've had our se7en... embarked the 4our... Perhaps a demented set of 10? wink

Festering wounds
Taste the flesh
Give into dementia
Feed from Pestilence

Ooo.. good luck, and upload some of your stuff!
nataskaput:
the trick to stunt manuvers in big wheels was not to sit stand on the set and ride it like a scooter, it made it easier to shift your weight for the spin out brake pull and when you landed jump you didn't bust your assbiggrin

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