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| Thursday, March 18, 2004 |
| So, Maybe Red Popsicles are Mars-flavored? |
| posted @ 15:00:00 MST by bryn |
| http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/3520232.stm No "Ice Pirates" movie references... please. |
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| Monday, March 15, 2004 |
| Sensible, no. Truthful, yes. |
| posted @ 03:12:00 MST by bryn |
| Have you ever overheard a conversation that actually made the people having it uglier as it went on? It so much did so that just by hearing it your faith in humanity dropped through the floor. It's not even veiled, they're actually proud of how opportunistic and soulless they are. Ugly fuckers. Walls can be built from the inside and the outside. The problem is that once they're up there's no way to tell where they came from. People get used to them, learn to live with them, then something raises the issue of whether they should stand or fall and to whose perception it matters. Is there good or bad at that point? Does it matter in the end? Probably not. |
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| Saturday, March 13, 2004 |
| Even Though I Know |
| posted @ 02:30:00 MST by bryn |
| Problems presented by exhaustive outgoing energy include subjective misdirection influenced by short sighted dumbosity. I'm not wondering, but I am hoping. That's more than I had yesterday. If. |
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| Sunday, March 7, 2004 |
| Upsetting the Natural Balance |
| posted @ 02:38:00 MST by bryn |
| One and only one. |
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| Saturday, March 6, 2004 |
| Enough to Be |
| posted @ 03:13:00 MST by bryn |
| Did you ever find yourself at arms' length from everything and everyone you love... and you have no idea how you got there again... but you do... yet you are? Once at one time was enough but now there's more of the same. Even though you want more out of it you keep grasping for more of it because even in it's limited nature it's something - something other than nothing. It's all staccato figures of white and black logic: Moments clicking with a clock self-contained and without the transition of softness, meaning, or welcome. They stack up against each other and fall... The weight of every one before pressing upon the next, building a trail of the downed. If it weren't for that one beam of Sunshine it shouldn't be. |
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| Actuality and Potentiality |
| posted @ 03:03:00 MST by bryn |
| One side of a real phone call I overheard tonight: "So, I guess you're not there. It's eight forty-five and I'm still here. I know I don't mean much to you, but if you're not going to be here I'd at least like to know what's really going on." Are you really wondering? |
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