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- xenicon0
just about anything
- Rand0
I am in eclipse
- xenicon0
what would I do?®
- JesseJensen0
I'll never forget when I was a wee lil cunt, my dad and I used to play dinky cars. He'd pull up to me, and say: "you got a bag a chips?" I'd say: "sure, here yah go.", he'd say: "thanks, Mark." and peel out.
- GreedoLives0
there's noone here but us mice...
- Rand0
Graphic designer = lab rat
- GreedoLives0
the book of wendell
wendell 3:16:
"top clapping to a big slab of you"
- Rand0
dv.kun
- Rand0
I have a wendell file I copy them to.
- GreedoLives0
i feel like nobody's left to read these gems:
"i am not a chatshow or a game- i am saying do you know what the font is not a quiz.god dmit. i can not say yes is right but as VF source maybes i can think about checking for say 'morgan bold' that you say- when as normal i can go a round thinking is it that or this. i need some thing for something in turn, to go on. thanks
wendell
(Jan 17 07, 05:57)"
- liquid0
I am blogging that I now have a blog which I blog upon
- Sickman0
or overcast longer and rainy longer
- canuck0
mmm it's slowly getting lighter out at night.
- designerror0
I'm hungry
- rasko40
RIP Uncle Pat.
- xenicon0
uncle pat. That was a tribute to loyalty and friendship. We should all be so fortunate to have known people like that- makes things better even in sadness.
- xenicon0
Everytime I look into a pool I see a brice marden on the floor of it- lines made of sunlight reflecting and refracting some the waves above. Marden is the loopy and smarter brother of Stella.
- overeasy0
Kill it.
I just got evicted from my new apt after just one week. Who says you can't come home at 5am on a weeknight? Time to find a place with thicker walls.
- version30
i guarantee my roommates dog just shit in his room, i can smell it. what do i do?
- vespa0
my dad flew over from aus this week to attend his best friend's funeral.
it's weird seeing your father upset. it has the effect of throwing you 30 years into the future.
i met his old football team. they were all there. bless them. one of them had his old tie on, the Southend Electricity Football Club, blue and yellow, a 70s cut. i hadn't realised my adoptive grandfather had managed the team, how could something so important have been missed? still, i never notice anything important. at least i'm consistent in that respect.
Pat's kids are 25 and 21 and displayed more maturity than i'd previously thought anyone capable of.
my dad read a poem at the funeral. pat's wife had asked him to so he'd written it on the flight over from aus and read it to me at the pub the night before to test his nerves. pat was a respected man and it was so packed at the funeral that i couldn't get in but a load of us stood under the speakers outside and i heard everything he said. he lost it at the 2nd line but i was very proud of him. sometimes people need someone to lose it publicly so that they can too.
r.i.p uncle pat