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October 28, 2004
Tsurt
Perhaps now a component, formerly unseen, of what powers the heart of
the beast in this time and place.
Check Please, yes!
yes yes.
Posted by Jim MacGregor at 06:40 PM | Comments (0)
October 25, 2004
the world is our toyster
Without Not,
Reach across.
Not without,
Abreach alone.
Something Not,
Left will grow.
Not something,
That we know.
A smiling screaming reach,
For the world is our toyster.
Excited
and far from exited.
Posted by Joe Sepi at 11:18 AM | Comments (0)
October 19, 2004
out to see
we wait and bait for future great
hone the hole and call it home
culminate and salivate
we wait and bait
we wait and bait
waders and waiters are we
to sea to see
to sea to see
climb on board and hold for wave
to say good bye
to say just why
this is our way
calmly, intently, purposefully
a hole with motion and water is ocean
we wait and bait ...we wait and bait.
Posted by Joe Sepi at 09:15 AM | Comments (1)
October 13, 2004
Four the Record
A lack of clarity in a world of noise.
Posted by Joe Sepi at 11:31 AM | Comments (0)
October 12, 2004
I'mPlode
Do what you do
And crash the shore with more than you knew
You could
Hold anew
And bring the thing that makes you
You
Burn your thoughts
Like a match between heaven and here
Posted by Joe Sepi at 11:58 AM | Comments (0)
October 08, 2004
Quote from Fig
"I've forgotten more than most have learned."
adaptation:
"I've failed more than most have tried."
Posted by Joe Sepi at 03:04 PM | Comments (2)
October 04, 2004
Lay claims
Dented cement, cold in the light lays out a path to the space.
Crusted Camry brings me to a home from home.
Remember grey slacks?
These things and more are what cleans out the store.
Hey, really... You have to help me understand something.
A grandfather clause brings us into the room.
What gets us out is up to you.
As a member from before, I remember now.
Ante up to the table with a pile of crash.
Great claims be laid and pinned on a shirt of plaid.
Did you say it wrong? That was my intent.
All day long I dream about short movies.
Ones where I drive and sing and take a bat and swing.
That one's outta here. This one's out there.
Created and modified and adjusted and dated and finally, completely changed.
I can't remember paying this much for gas.
Go figure.
Posted by Joe Sepi at 04:10 PM | Comments (1)