electronic impulses from brain to fingers; directed? sometimes. random? always.
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Chinkie for life.
NorCal for life.
Bruin for life.
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Monday, August 04, 2003
082403
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last week was... quite a unique a week. ah make it 10 days.
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do you prefer instant certainty or can you postpone the need to know?
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to uncover the souls lost in the soles of those lost souls
whose flexed steps trampled towards a hexed pigeonhole,
leaving tracks like ghoulish footprints of a poisoned ant world
and peddling facts among a river of lie's inner dream unfurled,
would engender false history of thy sinner's teeming cauldron
and meddle with the unearthed mettle of supersonic screaming falcon.
but to render this former medal of phonic discovery disheveled
may cause blizzards of mockery to acost at every successive level.
to grace the lace of paced mace among haste, we jump and jive to bee hives of honey hate.
they stare back and forth without due cause and force, but its enough to celebritize the meanings of racing a horse.
so they embraced old world tongue in cheeky humility
in the name of heaven and the stars of david and goliath's climactic moment of truth so help them God;
they found nothing certain for certainty's sake,
they only saw what they thought they believed,
and what they believed were the ideas that left them in disbelief [were the ideas that left them in disbelief]..
if only they had never been relieved.
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rememberances for a trademark?
sometimes the grand schemers enjoy the sunlight glancing at typewritten puppetry,
for the shadows generated by the meadows of angled treasures transformed the originators into the sound of mice and elephants dancing in coals of inferiority and resent for man.
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doobin @ 2:52 AM
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