Oh, and Andrea's right. I don't know any frickin' elf, especially one that can fly. I PUBLICLY DISAVOW SUCH UNSAVORY RUMORS THAT REFLECT AN UNTOWARDS ATTITUDE FOR MY CHARACTER. That is all.
5.29.2003
5.28.2003
Weeeeeelll, my ol' buddy ol' pal Andrea decided to link me. Everyone that reads this should waste their time reading how she wastes her time. Er, not that she does. I'm going to be reamed for that...but in a good way.
Water is a constantly original metaphor if used properly, and she uses it so well in her stories and poetry. If people could be elements, she would be the blossoming crest of a wave, salty and charged with the power of the ocean's thirst to know the land that it slowly conquers.
I hope that softens the reaming up a bit.
Water is a constantly original metaphor if used properly, and she uses it so well in her stories and poetry. If people could be elements, she would be the blossoming crest of a wave, salty and charged with the power of the ocean's thirst to know the land that it slowly conquers.
I hope that softens the reaming up a bit.
5.19.2003
For Teri, despite her adamant position.
Epoxy Siren
You were
sticky, solder wires
and human emotions
sunning in Paradiso with Dante
being his guide into
you
which makes old mannequins smile
wishing for crumbs of your pi-life
as numbers dismiss, words redeem.
Thank you, Teri.
Epoxy Siren
You were
sticky, solder wires
and human emotions
sunning in Paradiso with Dante
being his guide into
you
which makes old mannequins smile
wishing for crumbs of your pi-life
as numbers dismiss, words redeem.
Thank you, Teri.
5.05.2003
The first thing I should comment on is my uncle. They decided to have the funeral visitation today and Tuesday. This happens to coincide when I'm supposed to be taking finals. I knocked one of them off today, and I'm pretty sure I did okay on it, hopefully a B. The fact that I can't go to the funeral has been nagging at me since I heard the news. The worst part? My uncle's grandson, who goes to the same college as I do, can't go either. And he has physical ties of blood with the man, and was just generally closer to him. When he talked to his professor to see if he could go to the funeral instead of taking his final, the professor told him he could take it the "first day of summer school". Vague, yes? What a dick.
5.03.2003
Today was a cold day. The weather outside was as dreary as the old man in the frozen tundra, stuck where he is with no hope of survival, the ice slowly working its chilling magic on his aching joints and bones until he at last feels the blistering warm embrace of death. My uncle, Bob Foster, passed away from cancer today.
It was a cold day.
It was a cold day.
