Something I found:
A Hard Rain
A Hard Rain
Never doubt your white privilege. Never forget that you were never made to enter from the rear, never questioned after dark, never denied a place to sleep or eat, or the sun in which to walk. In your hands a weapon renders those before you foes, never you the aggressor.
As many of you are aware there is a...
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radiofrank:
Well said, my friend. Well said.
elana:
Well someone has to start it! I was the loser that went out with my school buddies and found a cool dj and place, thats all you gotta do mang.
And thus it was...revelation. Things shall never be as they were before.
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elana:
Your entries always seem so abstract to me. Is there something I'm missing 
elana:
It is always refreshing to hear someone with such an eloquent vernacular and besides weird is good. I'm strange. Really strange. Both in person and online, personally, between me, you and whomever else reads this, thats the way I like it. Normal IS boring.
"Had I not known
that I was dead
already
I would have mourned
the loss of my life"
-The death poem of Ota Dokan, uttered as he had a blade protruding through his abdomen.
that I was dead
already
I would have mourned
the loss of my life"
-The death poem of Ota Dokan, uttered as he had a blade protruding through his abdomen.
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oryx:
it's never to late to start!
elana:
Hmmm prizes you say, you win my belly button lint!!!! It will be mailed to you shortly. Second round prizes include hair clippings and toenails for the purpose of cloning me if I ever die. 
Guess who's probably gonna have access to a good amount of preview passes to go see the Corpse Bride? Anyone interested? 
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radiofrank:
At this point, I'd be happy just to make it out of this week in one piece. Ugh.
carla:
How many is a good amount? And when are they for? I'm interested, but I'm busy as hell starting saturday.
For the most part I would say I'm spared the dwonside of shitty co-workers. It's the upside of an independent store, where I can take any concerns directly to the owner, and where I normally work with the same 6 people. There's one person who only works one day a week, and thats one of the days I never work. This person got called in...
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radiofrank:
You and me both, I think.
I've spent most of the night sitting on the couch and listening to Miles Davis and trying to think of something that would make for a good update, but I'm so fuckin' chilled out right now that nothing I write would be of any real substance. Case in point: this entry.
elana:
Man if thats what it takes to chill out I'm so fuckin there.
radiofrank:
Ah, to be chilled out...
I'm wound up far too tight for my own good.
I'm wound up far too tight for my own good.
9.20.05
In a Coma.
In a Coma.
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heinleindourden:
yes, whyte a ve chapters.
soleils:
Nice!
Tomorrow I got an appointment to look at an apartment (about fucking time, isn't it?)
So, if things pan out, I might be having a housewarming bash in the next month or so. Also got myself a bit of a promotion in the works at the ol' job- I'll be officially in charge of the day to day ops of the comics section of the...
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So, if things pan out, I might be having a housewarming bash in the next month or so. Also got myself a bit of a promotion in the works at the ol' job- I'll be officially in charge of the day to day ops of the comics section of the...
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_sarah_:
I've always wanted to drive all over America, but with gas the way it is... no way. 
Manchester_Black is dead.
Long live Invincible
(But as any loyal comic reader knows, the dead don't always stay that way, espescially if public outcry wants it back)
Long live Invincible
(But as any loyal comic reader knows, the dead don't always stay that way, espescially if public outcry wants it back)
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radiofrank:
Interesting...
rue_:
GASP! I HEART YOU! Its the right version, might have been remixed but Grant can figure that out =P THANK YOU! 
And in the silence, the ghosts come out to play. They take their toll in bloody increments, more gushing and oozing ounces than in concise and grusome pounds. Their song is remorse, and their caress is dread. And they take advantage in the dark with their greedy and molesting claws.
Night
after
night.
Night
after
night.
...and through arcane arts hidden from the perceivable, they were able to discern the heartbeat of not just this universe, but in all universes that have or that ever will exist, a great rhythm that pushed them through the doorways of their conscious mind into something more, where the world around them disappeared into black ink interspesed with the pulses of stars dying and giving...
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radiofrank:
Did you write this, MB? I like it.