Organic Mutant Archives: January 2003
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26 January 2003
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I am sorry about the raid ers.
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I updated my fotolog.
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24 January 2003
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Burning with desire, I step into the fire
Never stopping never quitting never shall I retire
Hear the second hand ticking in my ear like a bomb
See the wreckin ball itching and ready to drop
That is awesome!!!
Not only did I enjoy listening to that sooo much, but I think it must be the first [...]
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23 January 2003
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a new form of bloggin … click here for the mp3
Start with something simple, to get me goin’
Get it poppin like a pimple so y’all can hear me flow
Blowin up the blog like Bush does to camels
In Afghanistan, hittin harder than enamel
Lyrics is my ammo, aimin for [...]
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9 January 2003
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I shall continue to send my messages even if I get no response.
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So you Dads will be traveling to Detroit this weekend for the car show. Did you know that the last time Dads was in Detroit was in the Winter of ‘67? Also yesterday was UncleHenry’s birthday. Strange, no? I [...]
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9 January 2003
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Cosmic Moment #743125
This mourning I was in the kitchen pouring myself a cup of tea. I noticed a very small flying bug buzzing around out of the corner of my eye. I put down the teapot and my cup and put my hands up in the universal position of " i’m about to [...]
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8 January 2003
87152317
Theories on Beauty:
I have a few thoughts on beauty.
There are several concepts of beauty that I use to understand it in my own mind. I think they apply to more than just faces or figures.
True Beauty: Not really 100% correct terminology, maybe enduring beauty would be better. I think that this applies to [...]
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8 January 2003
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Written yesterday
So here I am this morning (No, over here!) driving to work in the winds of the annual Santa Ana…(I like the way that sounds — remember the imaginary town, called Santa Anna, we made up in 1982 or so when we used ALL the toys and stuffed animals to concoct stories and phantasies [...]
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6 January 2003
87042693
My line is tired.
There is a picture I hung above my desk in the corner with no privacy. It shows a view of tumultuous waves hitting a beach on a sunny afternoon from the inside of some old car. Sometimes I find myself staring into this picture thrusting my consciousness into this [...]