it is called a string quartet tribute to nine inch nails. they also have one for the cure that im thinging about getting.... it's called a string quartet tribute to the cure 
I'm bored ... so horribly bored... i think im going to be atarting a new job soon so thats always loads of fun, get back into that whole capitalist life thiong of having...
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I'm bored ... so horribly bored... i think im going to be atarting a new job soon so thats always loads of fun, get back into that whole capitalist life thiong of having... Read More
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I purchaced the most rad cd today... it's a string quartet tribute to nin... so rad
i also got my ass kicked by the sun
heat exhaustion
n.
A condition caused by exposure to heat, resulting in the depletion of body fluids and causing weakness, dizziness, nausea, and often collapse. The condition can be alleviated by rest and the administration of fluids and electrolytes to...
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i also got my ass kicked by the sun
heat exhaustion
n.
A condition caused by exposure to heat, resulting in the depletion of body fluids and causing weakness, dizziness, nausea, and often collapse. The condition can be alleviated by rest and the administration of fluids and electrolytes to...
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pinkisux:
i don't know why i called you a turd.... i need not to post when i first wake up.
b4byl0n:
OOoo.. name?
and
ick. heat exhaustion sucks.. i hope you're feeling better...
~x~
and
ick. heat exhaustion sucks.. i hope you're feeling better...
~x~
soo... ya i let my mom borrow my clie for a week so she could decide if she wanted one... cuz they are fuckin rad... so she had it for 2 days and broke it.. sooo pissed urge to kill rising... the worst part is it's put together with these funky 5 point star screws now i have to find a driver... @$#%#^&^#%$%*%$%#
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b4byl0n:
yay! that's so wonderful to hear! but umm.. pardon me mister with the pretty eyes n'such.. but, i dunno what a 'clie' is? 
xero:
it's a sony brand PDA (personal digital assistant) 
why is it some afternoons you wake up and just can not get any thing done... i mean 2:30 rolls around you crawl out of bed, and nothign happens. you just end up sittin alone infront of your computer all day dooin nothin.... maybe i should get a job one of these days... not really for the money but just to give me that capitalist...
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frankie18:
sometimes though i feel like id kill for a day like that
joscelyne:
do you have anywhere to upload that episode? It'd be faster for me to download and my email doesn't allow HUGE files to be downloaded (or received), plus I don't use aim...I use a similar client to Trillian and the direct connections don't work very well.
I would be eternally grateful none the less!
I would be eternally grateful none the less!
I entered one of my poems into a contest thing and now its gonna be in a book ... how cool is that 
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b4byl0n:
congrats bebe 
being published in any form is wonderful.
Care to share what is being published?
being published in any form is wonderful.
Care to share what is being published?
b4byl0n:
whoa babe, that was beautiful.
i'm impressed as usual...
i'm impressed as usual...
"Let's Worship Hank"
This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well groomed, nicely dressed couple. The man spoke first:
Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."
Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with US."
Me:- "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I
want...
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This morning there was a knock at my door. When I answered the door I found a well groomed, nicely dressed couple. The man spoke first:
Hi! I'm John, and this is Mary."
Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with US."
Me:- "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I
want...
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pinkisux:
nah i just went over and kick his ass
b4byl0n:
I love the story. that was just my lame attempt at a joke. meh
Monument to self destruction, shrine to my demise.
I worship you like a goddess, I snub offerings at your feet.
I erect monoliths to you every where I sit
.
Brown ring left by your side and ashes all about.
You are plastic, sometimes glass, always full of love
My devotion will destroy me, but I wont resist your pull.
I hate the way you...
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I worship you like a goddess, I snub offerings at your feet.
I erect monoliths to you every where I sit
.
Brown ring left by your side and ashes all about.
You are plastic, sometimes glass, always full of love
My devotion will destroy me, but I wont resist your pull.
I hate the way you...
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b4byl0n:
ok.. you got me... -tags so i dont loose you-
if you go back on m'entries, you can ck out some more of my writings.. yours are beautiful...
if you go back on m'entries, you can ck out some more of my writings.. yours are beautiful...
b4byl0n:
i know what you mean.. i write from my heart and everything else thats attached... but, i suppose some can't really relate, or dont really know what to say and that's ok.. i understand..
ty for your comment...
... i cant wait to read more of yours...
ty for your comment...
... i cant wait to read more of yours...<center><font face="arial"><img src="http://members.aol.com/laynewould/quizzes/steve.gif"><br><a href="http://members.aol.com/laynewould/quizzes/sweeties.htm">Which Diesel Sweeties Character Are You?</a></font></center>
pinkisux:
i would like to think i resemble the chic that sells her underwear on ebay the most
i had to do some revision
Alcohol, your savior, a sweaty broken saint.
It takes you from your pain, fills you with its taint.
You drink it in the morning, to kill the night before.
You draft it at the midday, mend your broken soul.
You gulp it in the evening, to revive remembered joy.
Drink your life away, it seems the thing to do....
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Alcohol, your savior, a sweaty broken saint.
It takes you from your pain, fills you with its taint.
You drink it in the morning, to kill the night before.
You draft it at the midday, mend your broken soul.
You gulp it in the evening, to revive remembered joy.
Drink your life away, it seems the thing to do....
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xero:
You are my broken angel,
Twisted to my shape,
Wrapped around my psyche,
Crushing me with hate.
Destroying all I am,
And all I could have been
I am your wicked plaything,
Crippled at your feet,
You have smashed my wings,
And left me body sore and beat.
Mangled, sad, and hopeless,
Theres not much left of me.
We have killed each other,
Severed all elation,
All thats left is corpses,
Bloated, torn, and cold,
No way to assemble all the missing pieces,
Strew about the floor.
-Xero
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Twisted to my shape,
Wrapped around my psyche,
Crushing me with hate.
Destroying all I am,
And all I could have been
I am your wicked plaything,
Crippled at your feet,
You have smashed my wings,
And left me body sore and beat.
Mangled, sad, and hopeless,
Theres not much left of me.
We have killed each other,
Severed all elation,
All thats left is corpses,
Bloated, torn, and cold,
No way to assemble all the missing pieces,
Strew about the floor.
-Xero
[Edited on May 23, 2003]
pinkisux:
they are really good. couple of them made me cry. would you tell me what inspired them?
Smoke fills the air, My feet are sticky,
no socks and plastic shoes.
Stationed at a vinal chair, My tounge is yearning,
no where to go and no beverage to partake.
staring at my cup, My hands are idle,
no coffee and black nails.
Somthing stirs inside me, my Solice has arrived,
no sugar and no cream.
Solitude is friendship, my friends are all alone,...
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no socks and plastic shoes.
Stationed at a vinal chair, My tounge is yearning,
no where to go and no beverage to partake.
staring at my cup, My hands are idle,
no coffee and black nails.
Somthing stirs inside me, my Solice has arrived,
no sugar and no cream.
Solitude is friendship, my friends are all alone,...
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xero:
Alchahol, your savior, A sweaty broken saint.
It takes you from your pain, fills you with its taint.
you drink it in the morning, to kill the night before.
you quaff it in the midday, to quell your painful life.
you gulp it in the evening, to revive remembered joy.
drink your life away, it seems the thing to do.
It breaks all of your promises, just make them lies to you.
you take away my breath, with your haunting grace.
you steal away my thoughts, with your twisted sorrow.
you wither away my happiness, with our broken life.
princess you are my foci, my single point of light.
I look to you for guidance, but your angle is not right.
you lift what you can, from my simple prose.
you wear what you find, in my dresser drawers.
you pocket what you dredge, from my sofa creases.
your love is like a nail, driven into my head.
It breaks apart my smiles, leaves me cold and dead
-Xero
It takes you from your pain, fills you with its taint.
you drink it in the morning, to kill the night before.
you quaff it in the midday, to quell your painful life.
you gulp it in the evening, to revive remembered joy.
drink your life away, it seems the thing to do.
It breaks all of your promises, just make them lies to you.
you take away my breath, with your haunting grace.
you steal away my thoughts, with your twisted sorrow.
you wither away my happiness, with our broken life.
princess you are my foci, my single point of light.
I look to you for guidance, but your angle is not right.
you lift what you can, from my simple prose.
you wear what you find, in my dresser drawers.
you pocket what you dredge, from my sofa creases.
your love is like a nail, driven into my head.
It breaks apart my smiles, leaves me cold and dead
-Xero
xero:
somtimes it sit and wonder, wonder about death.
If i will return or if it is my end.
Will I go to heaven or just go to hell.
will I go to away or just gahstly dwell.
somtimes I like to think, think i have a soul.
does it hold my dreams or is it there at all.
Am I sad because i dream or just beacuse I fall.
Am I sad for my falterings or just my misplaced life.
somtimes I feel scared, scared for my future.
Will i live or will i cease, what holds my burnished key.
Death is not my sad event or a jubilee
Death is just staging point for all the things to be.
-Xero
If i will return or if it is my end.
Will I go to heaven or just go to hell.
will I go to away or just gahstly dwell.
somtimes I like to think, think i have a soul.
does it hold my dreams or is it there at all.
Am I sad because i dream or just beacuse I fall.
Am I sad for my falterings or just my misplaced life.
somtimes I feel scared, scared for my future.
Will i live or will i cease, what holds my burnished key.
Death is not my sad event or a jubilee
Death is just staging point for all the things to be.
-Xero
I take it in, out from the cold
It fills me, It fits me
It completes me, I am whole
I send it out, back to the cold
it tempts me, it haunts me
it stays with me, I am not alone
I dream of it, alone in the cold
it occupies me, it dominates me
it tears at me, I am lost, alone
I...
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It fills me, It fits me
It completes me, I am whole
I send it out, back to the cold
it tempts me, it haunts me
it stays with me, I am not alone
I dream of it, alone in the cold
it occupies me, it dominates me
it tears at me, I am lost, alone
I...
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xero:
ohh ya It's titled Clove
pinkisux:
you know when you showed me that... i was kinda hoping that i made you whole... but that has never happened
Well Kasia you have truly proven how entirly lame i am....isnt it rad
how was the interview?
but i'll be in town sunday, rob and i are gonna crash at pinki's for the night. and i will give you a bag of stickers.