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Monday, February 25, 2002
 
Please excuse exessive typos below.
 
Damn... That was wierd. Everything I just typed disapeared. I was right in the middle of a riteous religious rant too. I was talking about Christianities religious aggresion in the way it sees all other religiousn as wrong. That's why I don't make a very good religious person, I believe belief creates the fact. And as that is what I believe, It is true. Christianity swallows, asimilates and is generally anally european towards other religious.
I wouldn't even be complaining, but they've made it hard to find out about the practices of old religious. I'm searching out things such as the body paint, jewlery and tattooing worn for religious ceremonies and the practice of religious mutilation for an Art project. But all I seem to get is christianity and glorified views of more traditional religious. Blach.
Still looking for a name. Need help people! See post below for what the hell I'm talking about.
Happy birthday Todd. All say happy birthday to him now. Good minion.
I am the underling of evil incarnate still. Michelle has instated herself as evil incarnate.
And if you're wondering, hell is still located in my hair. Trust me, it's not plesant.

Society is to blame.

"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to kill we go
We've got a taste for human flesh
Hi ho, Hi ho..."

~Stolen from 'Good News Week' :Þ
Thursday, February 14, 2002
 
Thursday is a good day, even if it is valentines day. How funky was that? We had Chinese New Year on shrove tuesday, which ment that last wednesday was Ash wednesday and today is Valentines day. We scored a trifector.
So of course, NOW it gets hot. Blah. Tin shed is bad. Make brain melt. Make Washi very stupid. More so then usual, I mean.
I want to write Rafael's story. No, rephrase... I want to draw Rafael's story. I also want to think up a better name then 'Rafael's story', since it's not primarily about him. Perhaps it's just me, but averting an invasion by underworld forces is more important then one fudged up red fox who'se already dead anyway. I wonder if the leter C is taken? Oh wait... Yeah, it is...
Boy I hate meself right now. Must be the heat.

We all know frogs go pop in the microwave...

I like Poetry. We're studying some in english, primarily William Blake and John Donne. I prefer to find poems I like rather then poets. Or even snippets of poems. Like my lyrics collection. A song can be really good, but have absolutely crap lyrics. And visa versa, although just the lyrics can make it good. Mmmm, fire makes it gooood. Good fire. Make meat taste better ^_^

Um... yeah. I think I've poluted up the english language enough for one day.

"This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper. "

~T.S. Elliot The Hollow Men

Wednesday, February 06, 2002
 
I smell like a popcorn pretty. Or possibly a blueberry muffin doll. I can't remember which, It was a long time ago.
At school. recess starting soon. Sory to waste your time all.

Baibai.
Sunday, February 03, 2002
 
Roleplay is fuuuuun. Real life sucks. And that's my four cents. Why do I get four cents of oppiniopn? Because I said so ^_^;
Well, my first week has been nothing if not ammusingly predictable. Physics homework every night I have that lesson (i.e, not friday). I think my mother is starting to wonder why she asks me what I've got, she knows the answer.

I love Watership Down!!! Bigwig's cool.

I went to sky show with a bunch of friends on Saturday. Sky show is an annual fireworks display put on by one of the radio stations as 'their gift to Adelaide'. I'm not complaining, it's usually a pretty spekie display, and plenty of fun to watch.

::Drones 'Abaddon' like a deranged Zombie, pauses, and then begins to drone '25' in much the same way::

Don't hit your keyboard. You never know what will happen.
Aka aka umbaku.
::Begins to drone 'Rafael' in the deranged Zombie voice::

Dude, I need to get over myself something chronic...

Keep your eye on the coconut.

Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.

~W.B. Yeates, A woman young and old

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