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KHftCEA 1997-10 October
KHftCEA 1997-10 October

when it comes to romance:
sometimes you're windshield
sometimes you're bug,
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the wet warmth of a bed after a hot shower....aprés la deluge, moi.
97-9-30
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in the Druid.  R should be here soon.  Here's to not learning from experience. [fx: glasses clink]
97-10-2
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i know nothing &
there's nothing to do
but fall prey to desire
{but go for a beer!}
          --vs. graffiti at The Druid
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...but there's
 something there,
          "That Cat's Something
           I Can't Explain."
Falling in love is worth the while.
I wish you and him well but have wished you and I better.
You were always distant.
It's part of your allure
goddamn it's eyes.
97-10-2
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Happy unity day Veronika
97-10-3
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"When hormones grab you it's bigger than you are"
          --John Updike
97-10-3
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I love you,
And would brave anything for you.
Except bees.
I'm allergic to bees.
          --Green Wave
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"You have licked the lollipop of mediocrity and now you completely suck"
          --slambe@neilnet.com
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we catch cold like bullets between our teeth
          --Marc D. Goldfinger, "This Autumn", Spare Change
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windows 95, 98..what do they do after that?  Suddenly my faith in microsofts handle on the millenium bug is diminished
          --Dylan
97-10-6
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Well, that's all the dish for this time, true believers, but remember to keep looking at the stars, and then maybe one will fall on you. And I mean that in a pleasant way, not an unpleasant way.
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"I love deadlines.  I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by."
          --Douglas Adams
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"On a bus to new york city.  Are they crazy, mad to be taking this trip? She huddles against the side of the bus, wrapping his jacket tighter around herself and her doubts. He stirs from his sleep, reaches one arm over, resting on the jacket.  The doubts vanish."
97-10-10
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No one feels good at four in the morning.
If ants feel good at four in the morning
--three cheers for the ants.  And let five o'clock come
If we're to go on living.
          --Wislawa Szymborska
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Lena is so unabashedly fem.  It's kind of disconcerting...
97-10-12
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"ACLU Defends Nazi's Right To Burn Down ACCU Headquarters"
          --The Onion-97-10-15
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game idea: arcade apacolypse (strategy war game? Action?)
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She values a good night's sleep as one of her very best friends.
97-10-17
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some comparisons can't be compared to comparing apples + oranges
97-10-20
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My knife
Has a wife
But my spatula
is a batula
          --Patricia Frederick
97-10-21
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Talking with mom, she mentioned my describing when dad was first sick and his frustration at not being able to give me money from his wallet like a father to his son. That kind of famlial obligation/ generosity was very important to him, like my grandma's outta the blue checks for 25 with a note to buy myself a coke.
97-10-21
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Are *you* prepared
to suck God's Mighty Cock?
97-10-22 (after listening to anti-feminist Xtian talk radio)
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How bad a culture can this be, with hot showers virtually on demand?
97-10-22
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"Breathe with me"
          --Prodigy
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anything that's "verb with me" makes a cool title/ refrain: sleep, walk, breathe, run away, stay, stand by. It borrows the beauty of an invitation.
97-10-23
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"Carpe Daemon - Seize the Background Process"
          --Paul Tomblin
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Relationships + Geography- the closer we are the farther we grow
97-10-25
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Cleveland Indians bring on a seventh game in the World Series.  There may yet be joy in Mudville. I'm checking the extended weather forecast for Hell.
97-10-25
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Still getting a kick out of the pilot.  For something that's the size of a small notebook it packs a lot of fun.
97-10-25
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We're losing daylight savings time tonight.  That sucks.

Hmmm.  Maybe it would be useful to live in a state of denial, push my schedule an hour earlier.
Sun sets tomorrow at 4:45.  Fuck it all.
97-10-25
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Love is holding your breath and diving for pearls, only to get your leg clamped on by a giant clam that won't let go.  At night, the sludge eels come.
          --Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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they had this understanding
knock-In her dark dorm room, her in bed  him sitting on floor knees to chest
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