rachael spoke and doves screamed with terror

Bug eyes much?

Sat, 30 Jul 2005 19:23:03 GMT

There was once a man who would stare into his coat all the time. I would sit on the sidewalk of Broad and 4th, smoking clove cigarettes and counting the number blood of cells an elephant greedily keeps inside his valuable body. Everyone was talking in pig latin because they wanted to see who could confuse each other the most. This man would be there for days or weeks at a time. When I finally asked him if I could see what it is, he made me promise I would never tell anyone because it was the most beautiful thing ever. I went inside his world, dashing inside his coat. Tears came to my eyes. I seen this all so suddenly:

This isn't the first post, but treat it like the first post.

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 02:55:51 GMT

You see an orange van. This isn't all that is associated with this van, though. There are many tales that could be splayed out about this vehicle. For now, I just want you to realize something:

ORANGE VAN RHYMES WITH TAN.

There are colors there you do not see, obviously. Let's hope today's 100 GB world with 600 MB of RAM can realize beauty when they don't see it.

☆☆☆

Fri, 29 Jul 2005 01:47:25 GMT

There are millions of stars in the sky, but you were the first fifty.
This also means that you will be the last fifty.

After all, we're all friends here.