wutstheinternetI wonder how many trees are killed in sacrifice for my education. From kindergarten to 12th grade I had to have viciously scribbled on about 1,550 trees in forms of pulp pounded dittos, construction paper, computer paper, toilet paper, paper towels, books, standardized testing. . . .damn. And that's just me. So what's more important? Having an education in which I can enhance my occupational time on earth? Or having trees so that I and others can continue to exist? I'm getting too ahead of myself again. But in other news, I've reclaimed the word "sexy" [following my previous reclamation of "cunt," after the inspirational performance of the Vawutstheinternet
where everyone knows your nameEver watch Cheers? You know, where everybody knows your name? Remember all the different characters, remember Norm. Norm walks in the bar and the bar goes "hey Norm!" Norm sits down, orders a drink, then the episode unfolds into a mixture of melodramatics, puns, and laugh tracks.where everyone knows your name
Who was Norm really? Your standard white-working-middle class-heterosexual-male right? Is it any wonder where the Norm's name is derived from? Oh, say, "normativity," "normal," "normality," "the norm?" It's not so much that I'm nitpicking the 'subliminal' message of a sitcom so compared to an invective interest in the fact that the "norm" really is Mr.
in which i'm concerned...There's a difference in being smart and being knowledgeable about what impresses people.in which i'm concerned...
Sometimes you'll have your bad days. When everything that went your way, ceased, and walked away. Those days when you disappoint yourself and it gets proven by everyone else. Those days, I don't need. Those days make me numb in my guised pursuit of honor. I'm nothing really. Nothing. I held you close to keep you warm…but you still shivered. I knew those days were long and good, but soon they end in personal exile. Does the poet speak the mind? Or does the poet speak the heart? Or can the comfort of such childish meanderings be far apart? &nbs
the time has come...."I've never been to Washington. I've never met the president, yet I know he's ruling the Country. No one sees him ruling but, it doesn't mean he's not."the time has come....
-my brother's thoughts on the existence of God
Society is made from God and gravity. I painted a picture of the Sun yellow and orange as a small child. When I look at the Sun now, and examine it's actual colors, it isn't orange or even yellow. It's blazing white. How can you tell me what color the Sun is if you've never really looked at it without being blinded, fading some of your eyesight, or looking at a NASA picture? Then on top of it all we were told that the S
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Well it's been some time I've been on DA and seems you've been missing too, come back soon!
welcome back me...
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don't try to be anything because you're everything to me...
I would like to add you to my firend list (or whatever it may be called) but I haven't the slightest idea how to do that.
A little help?
A meager yelp.
A minor quest...
...Ions away.
Get back at me, please.
Andrew
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don't try to be anything because you're everything to me...
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`steal my words and i'll stab u with my pencil
[ .boredom.happens. ]
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~ squee
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