if music were any more pleasantly addicitve, I may just have to use a straw over a mirror, face down looking at myself with pupils on expansion.
the small veins in my eyes shot with red, shaky hands and no, I cannot get away with the excuse that "my sinuses are acting up."
hi, my name is Jeff, and I'm a music addict. may I...
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the small veins in my eyes shot with red, shaky hands and no, I cannot get away with the excuse that "my sinuses are acting up."
hi, my name is Jeff, and I'm a music addict. may I...
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remind me to never go to the DMV again, please.
thera:
don't ever go to the dmv again, man.
anything cool happening this weekend?
i finish my finals this week...
anything cool happening this weekend?
i finish my finals this week...
jeremy:
You're telling me! Friday turned into a 5 hour DMV hell-a-thon for me.
if i closed my eyes long enough,
i bet i could hear the sweet smell of blue skies.
those same heavens which were so easily pick-pocketed by hooded thieves dressed in jade.
shattered hope tells me i'm allowed to touch loud voices.
frequencies be sold, the faint of my heart is in rampant eradication.
perhaps i shall keep my eyes open for a while. perhaps...
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i bet i could hear the sweet smell of blue skies.
those same heavens which were so easily pick-pocketed by hooded thieves dressed in jade.
shattered hope tells me i'm allowed to touch loud voices.
frequencies be sold, the faint of my heart is in rampant eradication.
perhaps i shall keep my eyes open for a while. perhaps...
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thera:
P-HEAR!
what's up?
dude, i had no idea you were such a poet!
nice writings
hey, what are you up to for new year's?
ok, talk to you later
what's up?
dude, i had no idea you were such a poet!
nice writings
hey, what are you up to for new year's?
ok, talk to you later
midnight is doused in a fit of fever.
palms grip for what looks to be the light ahead.
slight grasp holding onto doubt
yet wanting to discover truths untold.
veins pulsed, heavy weight unfolds
abound knowledge rationed for the weak and timid.
rabid dogs scathing the owner's leash,
teeth snarled and paws frightful;
the fight is real. the fright is to feel.
suddenly the distance...
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palms grip for what looks to be the light ahead.
slight grasp holding onto doubt
yet wanting to discover truths untold.
veins pulsed, heavy weight unfolds
abound knowledge rationed for the weak and timid.
rabid dogs scathing the owner's leash,
teeth snarled and paws frightful;
the fight is real. the fright is to feel.
suddenly the distance...
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brokenglassheart:
damn fool. that's some deep shit. if it's yours, you need to think about trying to publish some of it. it's really good. if it's not, well then i curse you for ripping other people off! j/k how are you??
rest assured, oh wandering soul, there could be an anchor ahead.
shhhhh, quiet. it's listening to our words as we plan our good deeds. it sees when we move to change for the better. it can feel our breath as we hold in an outburst.
can you feel the presence? you know, just when you think you have control, it shows up. actually, it's there, constantly haunting. or is it comfort for you?
tell me, does...
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can you feel the presence? you know, just when you think you have control, it shows up. actually, it's there, constantly haunting. or is it comfort for you?
tell me, does...
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elisabeth:
No. I tend to disregard it and perhaps I shouldn't. That is a fantabulous pic, btw.
calling all cars, calling all cars. be on the lookout for a '76 ford humana, pale white in color, currently heading north on wonderment lane.
*beeeeeep*
*beeeeeep*
elisabeth:
Now tell me. Is your horn one of those blaring scare you shitless types? Or is it more like an "eeeeert eeeert" kind you find on little wimpy vehiculars.
Good times the other night, thanks for rocking the funky beats
Good times the other night, thanks for rocking the funky beats
the crazy thing is we're all uniquely the same.
the sad thing is we're all disposable to a certain degree.
the sad thing is we're all disposable to a certain degree.
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gieshab:
YAAAY
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[Edited on Oct 20, 2003 6:32PM]
gieshab:
those are my boys (and girl)! i miss them so much 
did you go to the rosarito party?
did you go to the rosarito party?
acquaintances are like the whisper of cool air on the back of your neck during a mid-day blaze.
yet friends are the scorching sun, the blustery passings, and the forgiving stayings.
yet friends are the scorching sun, the blustery passings, and the forgiving stayings.
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oryx:
thanks for looking at my pics...
i haven't really talked alot on this site about my trip. i went as an international observer for an indigineous NGO in zambia called women for change. so i spent a month living in villages, going to development workshops, exploring southern province. i ended up at the hospice by accident, we were driving by and i remembered seeing tom stoddart's photos from there and i mentioned how much i would like to photograph there as well. a reporter from the independant radio was with us, and she get me access.
all the sad, shitty, unfair stuff i saw didn't really affect me until i got home. people in zambia are so open and welcoming, they will share anything they have, even when they have so little. i come back to canada, where everyone's complaining about their lattes being too cold and won't give a dime to the homeless guy on the corner, and i just about lost it. i was so depressed i didn't leave my house for about a week. i watched those world vision adopt a child shows and bawled my eyes out. the lady at the photo place asked me if i wanted glossy or matte prints, and i told her i photographed someone as they were dying. for a long time i felt like i was given so much by my experiences in zambia, yet i had nothing to give back.
it's still hard sometimes. i do talks and have photo shows to try and raise awareness of NGOs like women for change and the massive problems they face. i sent some money back to them, and to the hospice, but i have to go back. it's not even a question, i'll be there as soon as possible. life just makes so much more sense there.
wow - that was long, hope you don't mind.
i haven't really talked alot on this site about my trip. i went as an international observer for an indigineous NGO in zambia called women for change. so i spent a month living in villages, going to development workshops, exploring southern province. i ended up at the hospice by accident, we were driving by and i remembered seeing tom stoddart's photos from there and i mentioned how much i would like to photograph there as well. a reporter from the independant radio was with us, and she get me access.
all the sad, shitty, unfair stuff i saw didn't really affect me until i got home. people in zambia are so open and welcoming, they will share anything they have, even when they have so little. i come back to canada, where everyone's complaining about their lattes being too cold and won't give a dime to the homeless guy on the corner, and i just about lost it. i was so depressed i didn't leave my house for about a week. i watched those world vision adopt a child shows and bawled my eyes out. the lady at the photo place asked me if i wanted glossy or matte prints, and i told her i photographed someone as they were dying. for a long time i felt like i was given so much by my experiences in zambia, yet i had nothing to give back.
it's still hard sometimes. i do talks and have photo shows to try and raise awareness of NGOs like women for change and the massive problems they face. i sent some money back to them, and to the hospice, but i have to go back. it's not even a question, i'll be there as soon as possible. life just makes so much more sense there.
wow - that was long, hope you don't mind.
elisabeth:
Why and what?
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[Edited on Oct 19, 2003 3:52PM]
in case you didn't know.....
groove is in the heart.
groove is in the heart.
elisabeth:
Your groove, I do deeply dig.
So tell you what I am going to do, I am going to rush to the tanning bed, then bleach my hair blonde, and then I am going to get my groove on to the new Keith Sweat album.
That should cure any ills.
So tell you what I am going to do, I am going to rush to the tanning bed, then bleach my hair blonde, and then I am going to get my groove on to the new Keith Sweat album.
That should cure any ills.