Friday, February 28, 2003


"May The Horse Be With You"

Bored in a stable with nothing to do.
We make a game of throwing our shoes.
Lead me to water, but not to the track.
Show me a saddle and I'll say, "Hey get off my back."
All in favor (all in favor) say "Nay!"
We like the flavor of (we like the flavor of) hay.
We're gonna graze all of our days.
Until they take us away and turn us into glue.
Like Mr. Ed always said... May the horse be with you.
May the horse be with you.
May the Horse be with you everyday.
I trot by the fillies (they like me of course).
They all dig my band (yea I'm a rocking horse).
You gotta take off your spurs to ride me you know.
If you want me to stop then yell out "Whoa".
All in favor (all in favor) say "Nay!"
We like the flavor of (we like the flavor of) hay.

Do you ever?

I'd like some more oil on my salad.

Thursday, February 27, 2003

Now his sights are set on 20,000. If he gets it, it won't be with a star on his helmet.

Wednesday, February 26, 2003



Hsieh can take this one.



The excesses of Liberalism...



Mike, you becoming like Van Gogh?

Tuesday, February 25, 2003


Snert7496: "you still hasve fever"
Snert7496: wha?
PoJo345: brofufa
Snert7496: man
Snert7496: I'm dying
PoJo345: ouch
PoJo345: i recommend writing a will
PoJo345: and give me all your stuff
PoJo345: especially your airsoft gun

I'm going crazy, and it's all cause of you.
I'm going under over you.

Monday, February 24, 2003



Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for the mother station
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Satellite, headlines read
Someone's secrets you've seen
Eyes and ears have been
Satellite dish in my yard
Tell me more, tell me more
Who's the king of your satellite castle?
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no resrictions
Television we bounce 'round the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling,
I laugh about the weatherman's satellite eyes.
Satellite in my eyes
Like a diamond in the sky
How i wonder.
Satellite strung from the moon
And the world your balloon
Peeping tom for the mother station
Winter's cold spring erases
And the calm away by the storm is chasing
Everything good needs replacing
Look up, look down all around, hey satellite
Rest high above the clouds no restrictions
Television you bounce from the world
And while I spend these hours
Five senses reeling
I laugh about this world in my satellite eyes.

Friday, February 21, 2003

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Wednesday, February 19, 2003

ewww

Adams, I filled one out before you posted that. Oh yay.

Tuesday, February 18, 2003

http://www.reg.ufl.edu/tour.htm

Man, now I know how Here Boy felt when he got hit in the head with a hammer.

Monday, February 17, 2003

Time...you can never have too much

Go for it? Really? No joke?

Saturday, February 15, 2003

man, so good. how can you top that? why didn't i go for it, i wonder. i could've had it all. that's right. all of it. 100% frute juice, no doubt. perhaps the lactose content is also superb, as is the rest of the creation. No doubt, you just simply can't top it. No tup, mind you, but top. SO GOOD? I can't get over how good it is. No joke. It is the best. Top of the line. Grade A meat. A+ work. You can't beat that, no way sir. Man!!!! Why oh why? I'm so pumped up now. I need to go out in the world with the mastah and make it happen. Go find it, and mold it into a statue of beauty unknown to no man ecept myself. How can you beat that, i ask? WOW. Please, tell me how. Because I simply can't top that. No way, no how. You heard me. It is so good. It is so entirely good. It is the epitome of goodness. Please, it is so good! That's right. You can't top it. Don't even try. It is insanely good. WOW. GOOOD. It's so true though....Do you know how sometimes your heart nearly stops? As if you just witnessed supernatural intervention, and you came out alive. That's what happened today. Maybe no one else can see it, but i surely can. As if a wondrous butterfly wonders into my filthy cave, it came in for a brief moment before leaving my view again. Sure, I could have tried to work it. But no, the charm is gone. The charisma? But a memory. A rememory to great to rewatch again and again, as I have already seen too many times. Yet I stood there, gaping at the scene. As if two lights floated into being, illuminating the dark world. No words can accurately describe my feelings...it was simply: so good. And then? They moved on. I thought perhaps the light would recognize me, i mean, i've can't remember a time when i haven't yearned for it. It knows. And yet it moved on, moved on quicker than the vision intersected with my existance. I feared to look back. What would they think that could mean? I shudder at the thought. But then my mind begins to question. Internal questions, about the circumstances surrounding the amazing miracle of chance and beauty and unquenchable thirst. I really wanted to play pool that day. I MEAN, REALLY. The cue ball was set, the triangle in place, but where are the cue sticks? I couldn't find mine. I'm sure the it was there in the divine part of the world, but i didn't see it. It's ok though. I had better things to think about. First...why? Why was it here? I mean, it usually spends it's time in the seminole area, near the beat of Hsieh's drum. Yet now...it came here. GOOD TIDINGS? I DON'T KNOW. This is totally wracking my brain. I can't understand how or why it would suddenly come here. Wait. Could it be? NO. Not that kid. I can't stand him. He's not mean, nor rude. Yet, we all know what he did. he stole the light. Kept it for his own. IN his own bottle!!!! I had it in my palm, awaiting a perfect place. but no. He scooped it out with greedy hands, placing it in his makeshift bottle mimicking a lantern. I cannot stress what stress this has caused me. whoot. I thought for it sure it was the time for me. AFter the first mistake, this needed to return me to my prime, to my youth, to my style, to my previous escapades. Yet this had to happen. It happened so fast and yet I remember it all. LIke Sethe, my brain will not stop digesting more and more tragedy. It was hungry for a new one, and it gobbled my quest for the light up so quickly I almost lost all hope for the future. Yet here it remains, in the present now. The light, back for good, or just for a visit? Is the Hos(fra)er still con la luz? Ughhh. I can't take it much longer. I really can't. Nope. Can't do it. Can't wait. Must found out. Now. Not later. Now. Not tomorrow. Today. Not soon, not maybe, not sometime, not yesterday, not four years ago, not in the future, but NOW. I need to know man. I need to know. It is so good, and I need to know. Please, help me know. I need to know. I need it now, more than ever--? what? No. Be quiet. Sure. IN any case, it is so good, i need to play pool. Pool is amazing. Absolutely amazing. Best game I've ever played. Wow wow wow wow. You can't top it man! You can't beat that!/ 10!!!! No more than that. Must be like 19. SO good. Tan bueno. I'm wasting time now. that's right. NO MORE waiting for you. The light is here now. NOw if only i can catch it. Put it in my own makeshift bottle. My lantern. It is shear torture. Yet i bear it for the light. the heat , the "hot thing", as morrison would say. Here i go. Wish me no luck, for only the light can give me fortune.

Thursday, February 13, 2003

What time do you need it by? huh huh? I can give you it, right now.

Sunday, February 09, 2003



I didn't know the cause of his illness. Only the struggles that it caused. Frequent awakenings at 2 in the morning, the stench of the hospital within a home, excess mucus and sometimes blood on the bathroom counter, and worst of all the painfully slow decay of a jovial personality to one racked with rudeness and merciless bitterness. It wasn't our fault (we all knew that) but somehow, when I would sit down to a slightly overcooked meal or excape to a movie at the local cinema, there would be that slightly audible loudspeaker in the back of my mind, feeble and yet strong, bellowing to keep me home.

Prose fiction continues to exist as a great facade for a shy poetic genius.

Saturday, February 08, 2003

Roll on, roll the red light.

Thursday, February 06, 2003

I made a genetically advanced organism in my basement.

Wednesday, February 05, 2003

Would you like to go out with him?

Monday, February 03, 2003



Nah, I look more like this.

Sunday, February 02, 2003



What else can you tell me?



NO JOKE!!!



WAK!!!



The Ven diagram is very clear. Wak encompasses many things.



Kirkland's Must Reads.



I got some in my backpocket.

Reader's Digest - Why did you flunk out of the 10th grade?

Peter Jennings - I think it was pure boredom. I loved girls [smiling]. I loved comic books. And for reasons I don't understand, I was pretty lazy.