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Monday, November 22nd, 2004

Posted by:em_chord.
Time:10:05 am.
Mood: nostalgic.
My poor poor community, it once had potential!
Ah well. Here's something everyone should read, it's the lyrics to a Billie Holiday song.
Sure the song is a standard but that shouldn't downplay it's greatness.
The metaphors, the figurative language, it's all adds to the beauty of these lyrics.
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My favorite version can be found on Billie Holliday, Love Songs on Columbia records.
Other covers of the song have been done by Linda Ronstadt, Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, Tori Amos, and many many others.
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Tuesday, April 20th, 2004

Subject:Meat Waffles
Posted by:illubrious.
Time:2:34 pm.
Below is a piece I've titled "Meat Waffle for Martha" :

Currently the piece is hanging at 555 art gallery's student submission show in Ypsilanti Michigan. Thought I would share my piece; clicking on the piece's thumbnail will launch a new larger window of the work.
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Saturday, April 3rd, 2004

Posted by:illubrious.
Time:5:37 pm.
What happens to plans un kept?
Do they float away into fate's forgotton dates, never to be realized?
Or do they perpetually wait in an endless mobius loop of existance in another
far off dimension, playing out over and over and over.
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Friday, March 19th, 2004

Subject:a poem by me
Posted by:raineydayrock.
Time:9:52 pm.
Mood: tired.
hey, i just joined...thought id post one of my poems. so uh, yea...here:


She hides her eyes,
Because they un-cover the lies,
They show what she really feels.
She hides behind her smile
(a mask)
When the catch her off-guard,
Her disguise not yet applied,
They get a glimpse of a horrid reality
(how does she live?)
She tells them she is just fine,
Everything is OK,a lie she tells Herself each day.
She smiles and laughs (acts/pretends)
So convincing she can be
They believe her (lucky girl)
But what she hides
Is how she feels.
She hides it well,
This little girl...
That all day
She lives in hell.
But she can't help but to wonder...
If she took off the mask...
Would they still love her?
Would they take her from
This awful place?
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Wednesday, March 17th, 2004

Posted by:chesus.
Time:8:22 pm.
Yay for Jonny Hott.

I drew another pretty picture. Comments?
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Monday, March 15th, 2004

Posted by:mommydearst.
Time:11:59 pm.
Mood: sick.
I'm in the midst of writing a warped childern's story. But I'm too tired to finish is now. So look forward to it tomarrow.
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Sunday, March 14th, 2004

Posted by:chesus.
Time:7:56 pm.
Mood: bored.
I just joined. Here is a semi-recent drawing:


Oh yeah, and.. can I be a mod?
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Subject:Two short poems
Posted by:em_chord.
Time:2:50 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
To Man of Beauty:

Pushing past the bodies you’ve left in the dust,
brimming with unrequited lust.
I don’t need love, pity is enough.


Matchstick Girl:

A girl adorns a dress of matchsticks,
and let’s mean bite at the hem of her skirtings.
She collects what is left,
and makes a fire to sleep with.
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Saturday, March 13th, 2004

Subject:Hello my name is Karl
Posted by:illubrious.
Time:8:24 pm.
Drive, drive, drive, drive those meat cutlets to Utah, a life lead dying slowly ain'twrong. Denver is three million strong.

Work, work, work, work, work those little bolts into the machine, our epitaphs will never be seen, our function is pointless but it keeps weeping pockets green. Chicago is four million strong.

Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam, that door into her head, saturate that carpet violet red, 3.1 kids are hungry and unfed. Boston is 1.2 million strong.

Ain't, ain't, ain't, ain't, a'int, no point in living when dying is just a mere dayaway from layaway. New York is seven million strong.

Die, die, die, die, die, die, a little faster spending all day in bed, glaxo welcome needs your heads. The Yang Se coast is seven million strong.

One, one, one, one, one, one, out of five doesn't have a paved road or a meal to eat or drive upon. Nippon is 1.2 million strong.

Act, act, act, act, act, act, now, it is a limited offer, get it right right rightright right right this time! Your soul is approximately 19.99, feel free to callus anytime! Nagono is 3 million strong.

Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, those tears that ain't free to weep, weown you by sleep, and your dreams are priced to own, we are waitingby the phones. Poem Peh is 1.2 million strong.

Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, and you shall be shot down, by ammunition ofinfantile institutions that will destroy your ambition, the tuition of private schools are plutocrat priced, workers in the fields go tend to your rice. Bangcock is 4 million strong.

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, it all down. You don't need to drink what's been turned brown, wage the water wars of the next century today, make 'em pay for put'inour lives on hold for the consumption foray, do you really want what they're sell'in anyway. Bejjieng is ten million strong.

Right, right, right right, right right, those wrongs, ain't nothing going to happenwith quixotic attempts to muscle the truly strong. Qualampur is 4.5 million proud.

Wave, wave, wave, wave, wave, wave your peace flags, because I'm haul'in those meat cutlets to Utah on a forty hour shift, I'm driv'in the big rig into your protest rally, hop'into take out a few before you run into the alleys.

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Subject:soooo tired
Posted by:buffalofuzzy.
Time:10:02 pm.
Mood: groggy.
my family is watching bedknobs and broomsticks
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Posted by:em_chord.
Time:7:21 pm.
Good night you duke of hazard,
you duchess of T'nA,
and the high status of the America dream.

The Euphemism torn away,
we waited for you to make the grade,
but you've been freedom kissing the whole way.

Anyone but Bush 2004.

Anyone know anything about the presidential candidates?
You hear a lot about them, but not about their policies.
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Posted by:em_chord.
Time:8:38 am.

Father Pratchet too much of the individual for a clergies duties,
Fills Sister Maryann’s skirt and tells me my calling.
Until deafened by the tick of 60 minutes.

So I draw the jews into the church for sleep-in’s,
Pull the curls off their face, smile, then put ham on their plate.
Drink the blood of the person they killed.
Blame them for the gays in the world.
Mesmerized we all see, the ejaculation on MTV,
We are all set free.

“Melted down to a lower form of what we ought to be,”
Says Larry King LIve, to his young bride.

And that was my day on the TV screen.

I know it’s weird. But eh.
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Subject:Gee is Hot!
Posted by:alwayshis4ever.
Time:7:30 am.
I'll be a mod

[I really didn't have anything else to say]
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Subject:First post!
Posted by:starbarri.
Time:12:04 am.
Mood: thoughtful.
EmCh0rd (10:55:46 PM): be the first post
my name isnt ana (10:56:05 PM): I don't know what to write about.
EmCh0rd (10:56:39 PM): anything
EmCh0rd (10:56:42 PM): that's the beauty of it

By the way, this song is amazing.
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