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Thursday, March 15, 2001

 

we now have a guestbook. Go sign it, go NOW!

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Monday, March 12, 2001

 


I'M KEANUUUUUU!!!!!!

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I would also like to appologize for my disorderly conduct. I was attempting to fight fire with fire, but that only works when one fire burns everything there is to burn and hence leaves nothing for the other. Which isn't pleasent. So I would like to thank Jeremy and put forth my own appology.

In other news, while the previously mentioned camera is still not yet purchased, some of my friends and I have big plans to create a film epic about caffine for our school health class. We plan to use a friend's parent's camera and video editing system. This film will be a ground-breaking movie, featuring mobsters, bouncers, a vigilante of justice, and a dance club. It will also feature stunning fight scenes (which are NOT re-dubbed scenes from The Matrix) and spectacular music and dance numbers. Look foreward to it!

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The following is a poem I invented using those ingenious kitchen magnets, that everyone seems to have, last Sunday at about 3 in the morning or so:

Diamond Waters
by Jeremy

Swim like whispering beauty,
with time recalling black life,
never shadowing purple mists.
I said to fall sleeping to the sky.
You see, music is language
when roses sit in delicate gardens,
asking who cries for essential vision.
I stare, weak, at delerious worship.
Together as lights, the death manipulates
beneath a thousand blue forests.
Please scream the bitter rainstorm.
And after... I am someone,
but there... from none.

I hope you have enjoyed this poem. While on the surface it seems to mean nothing, but on the inside I'm sure you can find meaning enough... I did.

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Hey all,
I would like to start of this post by first apologizing to the general public for being such a "downer," Brodie is perfectly welcome to run is schemes through our website. And as for Lunchbox, I really don't think we need to bring "you know who" into the matter of the 200 dollars I have yet to supply. And in addition to the last sentance, anyone who would be willing to donate any amount of cash to our current art project, it would be much appreciated.

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