Here are the words of digital expresion.
They can be anything and everything. Your likes, your
dislikes, love, hate, why your car is so fast, why your taste in music is
the best, or maybe even a link to a picture of a monkey in a meat chair!
Do you have something to add?
actually...
naw nevermind...
lisa
- Friday, April 24, 1998 at 08:28:07 (EDT)
*yEah* Wade does rock I am glad you fixed the page man :)
S. Giarc Evets <cixelsyd@bigfoot.com>
- Wednesday, April 22, 1998 at 19:12:15 (EDT)
pms rocks
lis
- Tuesday, April 21, 1998 at 01:51:38 (EDT)
lemme try it again.
YAAY
i feel like being obnoxious
cranky
- Tuesday, April 21, 1998 at 00:57:45 (EDT)
you're in my hair. and i did..... and now i have to go back to class. clumsy. joy. but i wouldn't change it for anything.
ly
- Monday, April 20, 1998 at 17:06:01 (EDT)
wade is great he fixed the chocolate cake and got tired of looking at his work all fooed up
Mickey bubba
- Time is infynut (EDT)
.................................................
ly
- Sunday, April 19, 1998 at 18:43:38 (EDT)
[first off, hoping this doesnt go huge like the other posts have lately] secondly... mmm... life does strange things. it's weird the way my thoughts transpire and affect things in my life. i wonder if thats coincidence or reality. hard to tell. i need to go through a twelve step program to wean myself off grapes. it's a complete total addiction and oral fixation. ;) joy its ok though, im preparing for the long night of work ahead of me... eating right, singing all day quietly to keep warmed up and in tune.... and pretty soon im going to do myself good and take a couple hour long bath. oh yeah. it's definitely time for one of those. it's been too long. ....
ly
- Saturday, April 18, 1998 at 23:30:06 (EDT)
Just thought I would let everyone know: Steve finially did it, I
bit the bullet (and stroaked the check) and registered my own
.com domain name!
Coming soon to an AlphaServer/125 near you...
HI!
limited time offer is back up. it's really quite different tho. dedicated more to spontaneous prose,
rather than my inane navel-gazing.
this cherry vanilla yogurt is tasty! buy some today!
hugs'n'kissies!
-s
i forgot the e
me
- Friday, April 03, 1998 at 17:48:44 (EST)
run run run.
errr.
hi wad
*duck* lis <oh@dear.god.no>
- Friday, April 03, 1998 at 17:48:19 (EST)
Hehehehe... nice one, Wade... you almost had me with that one :) Steve <steve@infi.net>
- Friday, April 03, 1998 at 17:34:59 (EST)
I am from Bulgaria.Greeting for your interesting idea.
You are very individual boy
NELI <ndelcheva@bsbg.net>
- Friday, April 03, 1998 at 11:54:16 (EST)
im starting college in oregon june 21st. university of oregon.. just thought id tell ya, ly
ly
- Thursday, April 02, 1998 at 01:40:33 (EST)
really sucked
your april fools day joke sucked
- Wednesday, April 01, 1998 at 20:51:54 (EST)
uhhh
what?
hmm?
jesus.
literrally. uh <what?>
- Wednesday, April 01, 1998 at 20:11:31 (EST)
haha! look who cant type to save her ASS.... ahh well..... mmm..
ly
- Wednesday, April 01, 1998 at 01:45:48 (EST)
haha! look who cant type to save her ASS.... ahh well..... mmm.. 553-0954
ly
- Wednesday, April 01, 1998 at 01:45:40 (EST)
had though/felt this was a passing something. seriously. it's ituition.. and i have new one again. it's nice. mm.. ok. im going
ciao oyu little demons
ly
- Tuesday, March 31, 1998 at 22:40:36 (EST)
MUAHAHAHHA you can't stop meeeee!!!!!!!!
read your email wade. :)
lisa <u know it>
- Monday, March 30, 1998 at 12:48:46 (EST)
microwave seems to be cooking food just fine to me.
it amazes me how anal people can get about their dishes.
my two cents and dishwater.
ill prolly get bitched at for it, but hey, my
microwave is cooking a copy of
some naked chick. shes cute but hell....
neat to come home and find that in your cabinet. lisa <moonie@pilot.infi.net>
- Saturday, March 28, 1998 at 16:44:09 (EST)
i am so happy about your newfound art connections.
i htink it's a very good thing. and is it just me, or were you not looking? ;)
but anyway.. uhm. yea :)
ly
- Saturday, March 28, 1998 at 01:17:46 (EST)
damn... was I supposed to have thoughts? Maybe ... maybe I will sleep some, collect mah thoughts, and speak again at a later time. But I will leave you with a thought: just because pasta tastes good, that doesnt mean its wonderful to eat for two weeks straight. Steve 'Insomniac's Incorporated' Craig <dont'cha_knowit@by.now>
- Thursday, March 26, 1998 at 06:32:30 (EST)
nuthin'. just lovin tha soapbox, yo. Sorted <same>
- Wednesday, March 25, 1998 at 13:36:30 (EST)
hey there. just htought i'd let everyone know.. pieces of my sitesky have been rehashed.. ladeeda. and uhm. if it seems liek ive been dead or on another planet i kinda have been :) wade-you asked 'where are you?' i ask-where are *you??*
anywho. :) ciao little demons ;o) ly
- Wednesday, March 25, 1998 at 01:02:45 (EST)
Just wanted to say hello. I was introduced to this page by a certain
person I met on ICQ. This is a very interesting page. Not many thought are
in my head tonight.. .except for the fact that it is eleven pm and I still need to
do so much homework only to be up again tomarrow night doing so much homework
AGAIN! Does it ever end????
Chelle <rlopez2@ix.netcom.com>
- Wednesday, March 25, 1998 at 00:08:30 (EST)
I'm
listening to Loreena McKennitt. She makes me quiet, she calms me. Lady
of Shallot is beautiful.
Steve.
Cheer up. You're da rockin smiley supervisor. All the customers have no
idea what a studmuffin they're talking to. I'll kill em for you. Just tell
me where they live.
This
picture, if it works, was done by
Daryl.
I miss him horribly. I'm getting homesick. He used to have that painting
on his wall and it was always my favorite. Today it was scanned in my email.
I am happy.
Gee.
That's all today. I'm in love.
i got
a new guestbook. thankewwwweee steeeeve. now everyone go
sign
it. lis I hope I'm doing this coding right. Hey. I'm still learning.
I'm not as cool as Steve.
So: who wants to know exactly
how I feel lately?
I provided
a visual aid, just in case... Arn't I just so thoughtful?
Things
at work continue to be hectic and demanding. Nothing works
the
way it should and every other department in the company expects
Tech
Support to fix things and clean up their mess. I, for one, am sick
and
tired of it.
On the
bright side, I think that at least E.Munch knows how I feel...
I wonder
if he ever did technical support?
I dream
of SMTP and POP servers... I see email aliases in my sleep...
Bad
decisionmaking and poor planning have become routine. The
idiocy
I deal with on a daily basis is starting to seep in, become one
with
my thought processes and invades my so-called 'personal' life...
The
16 hours out of every day that I get for myself.
It's
tough to remain upbeat, impossible to keep my cool with friends
and
employees when all I hear are sob stories and angry complaints.
I have
started to think that real life is like this... anger and silly
complaints
from people with the IQ of a kumquat.
And look:
I have become one of them... spending time ranting about
technology
in a virtual medium.
If my
computer crashed in a forrest, would anyone give a fuck?
beautiful happening- i was out early this morning painting/getting breakfast by the harbor and out of nowhere this HUGE WHALE swam up by where i was at the dock and started splashing and blowing air water stuff and playing. it was so magical. wow. i think maybe it means somehting. this year has been really strange with the whales, there's been a lot more here than usual. thought i'd share it, love, mi
ly
- Saturday, March 21, 1998 at 19:58:35 (EST)
hang on, love, ly
ly
- Friday, March 20, 1998 at 22:37:38 (EST)
Yo dude what up,
I just wanted to write and say hey
sory I flaked on the apartment lookings for.
Im slack
but I make no excuse other than "I AM SLACK!"
Anyway you still gots my Comforter right?
Email me sometime dude
whats wrong with you??
And your no more homless than I
you just dont have a home
homless seems to denote bumming around and asking for spare change
Oh well I hope your life is well
bn bn <bn@infi.net>
- Friday, March 20, 1998 at 20:02:28 (EST)
Well, in case anyone is interested, I am working on a re-design
for my very ugly and totally uninteresting webpage. I have also
been busy setting up
have a good night everyone. Steve <steve@infi.net>
- Wednesday, March 18, 1998 at 19:52:07 (EST)
there's mail coming your way. a big one. hopeyou like it. and steve, yes i remember your request. i blew it today with an optic mold so its'fluted, k? i still have some things to do with it, and everythign.. but ill keep you posted
ciao loves, moi
ly
- Tuesday, March 17, 1998 at 23:26:15 (EST)
wade, im gonna rant here because i just read your journal and it makes me angry...
despite how well i understand it. you speak of severed ties, of being
homeless. honey. i know how that is. ive been moving my ass around this country for the past
10 years of my life, not living in one place for more than a year.
i know hwo that feels. but unlike you, who chooses to look at it as "being homeless",
and in your typical negative light of everything, (you dont NEED to sever ties),
I look at it as a gift. i mean, I have friends from EVERYWHERE. i love it.
i love that i'll be leaving norfolk soon. i love that im here now.
i guess what im saying is i wish you would just smile. and smile because you mean
it not because you're tripped out. i wanted to see you this weekend
but i didnt want to go to that party. im sure you understand my reasonings now.
i would have been standing in a corner getting disguted with everyone just like you.
i love these infi people. i really do. steve, you're one of my best friends, and my roomates,
well they know how much i adore them....but sometimes the drunken stupors of
this career get old. that night i stayed home, i danced in my living room in the dark
to the beautiful south, and i read a book. it felt good. it felt good to smile
because i was with myself and no one else. sweetheart. i love you. it saddens me
to see the way your mind thinks sometimes. the world is a bright
bright light...not a broken trail of darkness.......
Ly: do you remember my request? do you have time to make me one? steve <whatever>
- Tuesday, March 17, 1998 at 04:03:58 (EST)
ly's BROKEN email response [hmmph]
:) i knew it would work.. hehe.. i love being wicked sometimes ;o)
yes i act/have acted. i do plays all the time, and musicals because i dance and sing n stuff :) it's a passion o fmine.. geez, is it just me or do i have too many passions??.. hmm...im glad your presentation went well, but i knew it would;p
no, cant say i have read any phil k dick.. hmm.. maybe i have and didnt know it.. who knows.. *?*
open minded isolation.. interesting thoughts, i see myself doing that sometimes, bu tthen sometimes i see myself doing the exact opposite. it's strange.. i will write morelater, or thud your g book, but i have to get ready to go blow glass now, and i htink imay already be late because there was a three car wreck on my route-no fun. so traffic will be hell. joy.
hopefully thisa email is going to work otherwise i wont be a happy lydia. hmmph. alright
yaddah yaddah so ther eyou are ;o)
ciaoskeys, moi
ly
- Monday, March 16, 1998 at 23:11:39 (EST)
oui, lydia DID enjoy the mail :) thanx hon... and about SiD.. i told you what it is ot me a long time ago. i tried to reply to your mail, but it returned it because as we all know, my computer has behavioral problems. i knew the presentation would go well, and am glad i was right ;)hmm.. let me go cut n paste what i wrote and ill be back with more, k?
ciao love, take care
-ly
ly
- Monday, March 16, 1998 at 21:24:56 (EST)
Well, it appears that I owe someone an apology. Oh well... I'm
sorry. Sorry for everything, our entire history, not just
my behavior last night. I never pretended to be a nice guy.
*weak smile* To bad you'll never either see this... Not that it
would matter anyways ... water under the bridge and all that yah
know.
Steve <steve@infi.net>
- Monday, March 16, 1998 at 02:33:36 (EST)
HEY! little SiD poll here:
who thinks Wade should email me something??
cast votes here.. yay or nay, come o, i know you want to
yaddah yaddah. ok
ciao loves, dont let the voices gain too much control ;o)
ly
- Monday, March 16, 1998 at 01:13:39 (EST)
upon feeling detached-draw how you feel. i know those feelings.. and get a good sleepage intake. it helps. promise. take care-ly
ly <chy@innocent.com>
- Sunday, March 15, 1998 at 21:55:41 (EST)
ok this sucks. its 1 am. im wide fucking awake now. figures. you and steve arent at steves (and im not calling and waking anyone up) so like typical me im gonna geek til 3 am and whine about it in every guestbook i come across.
love,
me lisa <moonie@pilot.infi.net>
- Sunday, March 15, 1998 at 00:57:10 (EST)
my puter is still screwey. died completely last night. whoel screen went blotto. so i had to reinstall everything. joy. and steve, missed out man, i called and everything they said you weren't in but sent you a message in icq saying i called. tsk tsk. rrowwwwl. it isn't fun to try and read words the size of a ball point pen tip. yuck. oh well. ill fix it [despite the lack of steve's support ;p] hope everyone has a mahvelous weekend, ciao loves
ly
- Friday, March 13, 1998 at 21:57:21 (EST)
snowfall-years.
no new mail-hon, i think i have viruses running rampant on my computer. im calling steve [;o)] tomorrow to try to see if it's just netscape
but i think im screwed. ugh. so i dug up htis nappy version of IE to use fornow which makes me ill but even still all the settings for everything on myputer are screwey. it makes me a little unhappy. checked my mail for the first time in a few days today blyech. i seem to be a target for salespeople. why why why? so, since my hard drives are dancing in puddles of muck i figure i'd say heya here ;o) soo... heya!
:) had to do it. ok. time to sleep... or somehtign close to it. ciao love, take care
-ly
ly
- Friday, March 13, 1998 at 02:34:34 (EST)
we're drunk. lisa <whoi cszre>
- Thursday, March 12, 1998 at 22:46:10 (EST)
its been a long weekend. for the first time since i grew slick i got dissed by a boy. 3 am at denny's and he tells me we "cant see eachother anymore". oh. funny. you should have had your eyes open. so much for angel. its probably my karma falling back on me for all the times ive spit out half assed excuses just to get out of a relationship anyway. ugh. im in a bad mood. i liked this one. he had neat hair. i should be asleep now. i don't want to be. why am i ranting here? i should be ranting on
my own web page , i don't wanna.
wahh. i feel like a little kid sometimes. sometimes i just want to curl up in a ball with a big fluffy pillow and listen to classical music and drain. except..im on dave's computer right now and everyone here is asleep and i dont wanna wake my boys. i feel delirium setting in.
So I decided to go ahead and speak up once again.
I went and saw two movies on Sunday, The Big Lebowski and yes... yeah
I admit it, I went and
joined the billions of others who saw Titanic.
The Big Lebowski was a great movie and I highly reccomend it ... the
Dude is one of the coolest
guys I have seen in a movie in quite some time.
Titanic... ahh, what to say about that damn movie?
A
good friend of mine took me to see it.
She loves it and had wanted to take me for a while.
We went. I laughed, I cried, I felt like hooking up with anything female
after the movie was over.
Unfortunately, she got some bad vibes off me.
I found that out tonight when she got online. She told me I made her
feel uncomfortable. Ack.
The two of us have known and been friends for 3 years.
Apparently she thought that even though I havent ever made a move on
her, I might have that night.
Didn't make me feel too good, as you may imagine.
What to do? How to explain that you know how someone feels about you
and can accept it?
I guess you can't... Either they believe you or not.
hi!
haven't heard from you in a while and that's because you're moving around and resettling, and i'm not
paying attention anyways, still in a kind of post-orgasmic bliss from two weekends ago.
so. if you're wondering, the weekend = superb, but distance sucks. i fly out to the coast in 5 days, getting
out from under the foot of snow that was dumped on this city this weekend.
crazy. i hope you're settling good and all adjustments proceed smoothly as possible. and btw, tonight i should be
finishing a new tape. not for 'official release' (meaning i won't be selling it) but if you want a tape of
some good house and speed garage, lemme know, i'll pop one in the mail for you.
yow. this reads more like an email than it does a gb entry. guess i'm lazy. ah well. take care.
emergency swahili phrase:
Nataka mbuzi zote. = I want all the goats.
hi. i am gamori. that is who i am. this is who i am. i am not quite orgasmic. i am somewhat erotic at times. i think your site should be listed in the dictionary under the word intense. i think i'll be back very soon. i think i am quite boring at the moment. sorry. gamori <gamori@hotmail.com>
- Sunday, March 08, 1998 at 18:28:28 (EST)
hey there.. not only does sid load the same as always for me... but uhm... correct me if im wrong, but if i rock so much, wouldn't that make me cool enough for you to write back? ;) just joshin'... take care hon
ciaoskeys, ly
ly
- Friday, March 06, 1998 at 22:29:31 (EST)
yea. they got bigger and more metallic. so much for nipple piercings. :P
it still looks screwed up. lis <sage@orion-com.com>
- Friday, March 06, 1998 at 12:37:26 (EST)
Condescend
to a point
you will fail,
so i'll condescend.
without doubt
you will fail,
then i'll condescend.
at a point
i will fail,
still i condescend.
to a point
you will fail,
so i'll condescend--
then i'll condescend--
still i condescend.
- Low.
nairb <glass@utah-inter.net>
- Thursday, March 05, 1998 at 23:43:08 (EST)
that lady's belly looks like a hollow cylinder.
anywhoo, hi wade, nice to see your words again... will write...
ciao love, ly
ly
- Wednesday, March 04, 1998 at 21:39:41 (EST)
Woah, Lisa... that aint a self portrait, is it? if so, your breasts certainly have gotten bigger... Giarc Evets <Cixelsyd@bigfoot.com>
- Wednesday, March 04, 1998 at 20:41:56 (EST)
welcome to the lisa and steve guestbook. :)
wow. coffee is good but im sick of the web. ok no im not. i love it.
im chewing on web pages. well you know steve, you cant be the only poetic
fool around here.
heres me:
These Hands
Robert says love fails in our well meaning hands, but does it?
I mean, are our hands well meaning?
My hands are calloused, scratched, paint broken off
my nails where I picked at them.
These hands are not well meaning. They are made of stone
and everything they touch, they conquer.
I saw his car drive by tonight, slowly avoiding potholes
I know this because I used to ride beside him past this place
all the time, and he always went slow.
And I wonder if he is thinking about how love fails. How
sometimes when everything seems right, it no longer is.
You are an artist, like me, but different. You create with your
hands, I create with my lips, my innards, my stomach
where everything collects against flesh walls like resin until
I purge it on paper.
I'm watching the smoke curl around my fingers and I wonder
if I could take this world all in through my lungs if I tried.
Jessie said all artists smoke. It's how it's supposed to be. I say
we smoke because we are vulnerable to addictions.
Because we try so hard to create our own problems, to sculpt
art from our emotions and make lonlieness seem attractive..
i hope i got the html right. prolly not tho.
Sorry Lisa... Your right, I am a big show-off :) But it's soo tough being soo good... Giarc Evets Giarc Evets <cixelsyd@bigfoot.com>
- Tuesday, March 03, 1998 at 18:41:25 (EST)
I was looking through some old... I mean old Old OLd OLD papers
a little while ago and noticed this... It's a poem a friend of
mine wrote a long time ago that I dug a bunch.
The Unspoken
Unspoken words left lingering,
On closed lips
Parting ever so slightly in expectation
No sound is heard
The mind opens like a flower in the mists
Unbidden thoughts flow through my senses
Seen shining in the light of the windows to my soul
Still and quiet
The silence hasn't been broken
As it rests serenely on halycon waters
We know the answer, residing in our hearts
Through the prison of my silence.
did i do it? did i do it?
gawd
wade...yer like leaving. i got to kick you in your big green shoes one last time tho. hurrah for meee. well...im gonna miss you. u know that. enjoy richmond and if you dont keep in touch
then ill be forced to do a yetti howl all the way from norfolk. OH OH OH.
THE GRASS. is like carrots at a punk rock show and the water...well you
remember the light.
i hope the color trick worked. i could use cudos. peanut butter and chocolatee please. lis <moonie@pilot.infi.net>
- Friday, February 27, 1998 at 18:47:26 (EST)
rrrowwwlllll...
new toys.. well, not toys really, but presents.... see me for details...heh..
arty presents.. i scanned a few things today... its not the greatest representation of what they look like, but it works for now....
okey... have to finish work stuff.. ciao love, ly
ly
- Friday, February 27, 1998 at 02:19:53 (EST)
hi. dating is weird. i'm writing this down here cause i don't want my parents to read my website and know that tonight i basically went out with a guy, decided that he was a mysogynist and kinda weird, but still made out like crazy in his room with him
i feel kinda slutty even though we didn't do that much.
but ya know how sometimes you just need to get it on...for comfort sake? or something kinda sake? or is that just me? blah.
fuck it. i'm gonna talk about this on my own site.
meow. puce <puce@vigilante.net>
- Thursday, February 26, 1998 at 01:49:52 (EST)
know what? i ate a crazy amount of ice cream today.
it was that insane you-know-i'm-artificially-colored color.
like golden crayola yellow or something.
so now it's pretty much all melty and slooshing around in
my tummy and stuff.
hrm. i guess that's more what's going on in my stomach than
in my head. heh.
yep. more concrete posting with solid sentiment forthcoming. thanks.
Sorted <junky@burroughs.net>
- Wednesday, February 25, 1998 at 19:35:23 (EST)
okay. uhm.. just kidding.. sorry i screwed it up, wade.. delete me... i beg you :))
arrgghh
- Wednesday, February 25, 1998 at 01:53:48 (EST)
kudos to me.. i think.. and stupid person below me.. yousuck ;p
ly
- Wednesday, February 25, 1998 at 01:53:00 (EST)
ok.. just kidding.. hehe.. he... uhm. ok. so i do suck, but all i have donenow is exploit my ignorance, and.. yup. thats' about it.. didn't majorly mess anything up..
trying to do the color trick
- Wednesday, February 25, 1998 at 01:49:08 (EST)
or mayeb i just suck.. if this screws everythign up.. pleez take it down and delete mystupidity or something liek that.. i highly doubt it owuld be this easy to figure otuanyhow, i was just hoping....
kudos to whoever figures me out... mwahahahaha
trying to do the color trick
- Wednesday, February 25, 1998 at 01:47:57 (EST)
I was close to a girl a little while ago...
but she has been kicking to get away and I
have been drifting in her wake ... I called her
for the first time in 3 weeks (give or take)
last Sunday and found out I had woken her up.
She was having a very bad weekend and did not
want to talk to me; all I wanted at the
time was to speak with her, hear her voice, imagine
the smile on her face as I crack some absurd
excuse for a joke...
However, as we all get sometimes, she did not notice
the longing in my voice... the tension in my words,
and the desire in my diction... too wrapped up in
problems of her own.
Could we have connected? Spoken for hours about our troubles,
our wants, desires feelings emotions facinations joyfullness loves hates complexities...
I won't ever know, unfortunately ... but fortunately, neither will
she. Fortunately, she is too wrapped up in her world
to ever notice the place she had and still has
in mine... and will therefore never feel the loss that
could have been us sharing time and life on a
Sunday evening.
No prob lis i fixed your
typo
and kudos to the first person to figure out how to do this color trick
:) Alek Traunic <alektraunic@SiDominion.com>
- Tuesday, February 24, 1998 at 18:06:34 (EST)
gawd damn.
i screwed up.
i'll never be as cool as steve and bn. *weeeeep*
lisa <moonie@infi.net>
- Tuesday, February 24, 1998 at 16:37:56 (EST)
I'm "all about" clutter. Damn Steve. that pic of you is very becoming. :)
"she never listens to me at night, get a gun, get a gun, we're losing altitude."
rrrrroowwwhhllll
hey there. im bored, independently murdering [killing] time while i wait for
something better to do before heading off to hel- school.......
hmm, oh.. im having ideas.. that means i have to go now, and act on them or write them down before
they flit away into an oblivion
ciao love
-ly
It all starts here just open eyes close your mouth say nothing more than everything you mean bn <bn@sidominion.com>
- Monday, February 23, 1998 at 20:55:44 (EST)
Lets clutter up this page even more ... shall we? Steve <steve@infi.net>
- Monday, February 23, 1998 at 20:03:25 (EST)
Nervous breakdowns. They can be fun : they can be deadly. Dare to keep
drugs off kids... they belong in the hands of competent adults!
Is it wrong to delight in the nervous breakdowns of others? I think
not ... if they brush off all attempts of human contact and offers
of help, why not sit back, relax, and watch the cookie crumble. I
have never done that before and lemme tell yah --- hours of fun
entertainment for the whole family!
Dont you hate it when people say 'just my two cents'? I find that
nearly as bothersome as people that preface their thoughts and ideas
with 'in my opinion...' Of freakin course it's their opinion! Unless
they add 'Polly wanna cracker' and just parrot other peoples ideas...
Steve <steve@infi.net>
- Monday, February 23, 1998 at 20:01:30 (EST)
why do i bother. i hate calling up peopel you care about, or once cared about only to hear them say the very same things they say each time you see them. 'ill call you, ill write you, ill come to visit'
and yet a single one has yet to be followed through with.
it makes me wonder if im his punchline.
ly
- Monday, February 23, 1998 at 02:17:13 (EST)
hello its me sarah is giggling because she's not married i just mooned her dad
i turned 18 yeah smegma baby its all about smegma sarah is touching my armpit
i'm sorry i dont make sense
thanks for music much appreci
sarah is turning herself on
jadeh
- Sunday, February 22, 1998 at 11:03:52 (EST)
i am sitting here with sarah. she is wearing pink i'm not i'm ging to penn. for college sarah thinks i'm going to ny
i didnt see much onyour website sarah is in amad mind cuz she needs some deep dichy5k6gyhg46gdfd35u6bbhvtrh9i 7
jade (clean your room) <foma18@hotmail.com>
- Sunday, February 22, 1998 at 10:58:08 (EST)
CONGRATS!!!!!
that is sooo ogreat.
i wish you mass amounts of luck but also mass amounts of creativity-
like you dont have enough of that already, geez
congratulations again
-ly ly
- Sunday, February 15, 1998 at 03:13:21 (EST)
A few days ago I found high school journals that I poured through like an archaeologist
searching for the key to alost language. It is a code -- the person that was, seen so intimately
for a few minutes without the gauze of hindsight, time, and distorted memory. Here is about as young
as it gets -- before I went into ninth grade: the first summer I spent here. When I could remember what
you looked like in person and we sent each other surreally comforting letters.
migration from dust
awake in the cellar
walk eons
transforming
into fabled glow
they weren't seperate -
knowledge
incantations
the mystery self
into mind's eye
and god's head
elven light
bathed horrors
past pleasures
far twilight and stars
time shuffles
(when she lost her wings
he aged)
and never grew old
but now he's a prophet
a leader
a child
and she listens
stirred
discontent
for his entrance
Cilantro
- Tuesday, February 10, 1998 at 23:56:04 (EST)
no way girl. dont change it. lisa isnt a very unique name eitha'. i was just getting confused.
elvis costello is grand when you're in love. im not listening to him now but i wish i was.
ok ok ok. i was just bored and thought id look at wades webbie page to see if he's happier. my brain is fried.
ive been taking too many herbal drugs. i cough and i cough. ick ick.
alright. i go bye bye. bye bye sarahs and ceras and sara's and wades. Inanna <moonie@pilot.infi.net>
- Tuesday, February 10, 1998 at 18:47:40 (EST)
cera, sarah, harketh tis nairb. i lost you again.... write me? i'm listening to some new red house painters demos, and getting all nostalgic.. i died my hair black and blue again... :/...
le nairb.
nairb <glass@utah-inter.net>
- Monday, February 09, 1998 at 19:54:01 (EST)
don't worry, lisa. i'm changing my name to astra. i'm sick of having the name sarah. i've always thought it was boring and unimaginative, personally. puce(sarah) <puce@vigilante.net>
- Friday, February 06, 1998 at 02:10:51 (EST)
gawd. wade. you need to start meeting girls with like the names Betha or Gertrude. something unique.
im too confused and you're drowning in Sarah's and cera's and sara's, im tired. why am i awake? OH SHIT.
are we still going to that Rachel Rosenthal thing? i TiToally forgot til just now. aggggh.
ill call you.-lis its me again <moonie@pilot.infi.net>
- Friday, February 06, 1998 at 01:54:03 (EST)
hey there,
i always see you comments in spit or swallow. sarah is one of my roommates here at the great NYU. i just wanted to say hello and look at your page. hope everything is going semi-well in your life because we all know perfection isn't going to happen.
anniec
Here's the thing. Some of us are awfully comfortable taking the sabbatical from reality that this
electronic world brings. You know me, reality (especially in terms of friends and companionship) tends
to grab me and throw me overboard. This week's treat? Just as my emotions are thawing and I'm adjusted
to my surroundings, my absolute best friend from three years ago shows up in the hallway of my school. For
one weekend (the next few days). So, I get to fall in love with our friendship all over again and have
a complete nostalgia problem (for the long lost idealistic high school me) and then . . . well, then I can
go back to the computer and have nostalgia for the people I have yet to breathe in instead of the ones
who are always on their way out.
Cilantro
- Thursday, January 29, 1998 at 12:28:34 (EST)
youre beautiful. this place is so pretty, i already told you i have a crush on your page, if nothing else.
...........lydi lydia <chy@innocent.com>
- Thursday, January 29, 1998 at 00:54:14 (EST)
damnnit. i tried this before. where am i? where am i? look at you lookin all slick with the shaved head.
IM GOING SILVER BLONDE NEXT WEEK. lick my head while you can. man...this better work this time or
ill be bumming. so like...you dissapeared on me for three weeks didnt you? it means youve been at
Infi too long. run. run fast. well. im gonna go play with myself now. bye sugah. -lis
and we talk
If I dont know you
I will......
if you dont know me
you will.......
if I let you let me
if you let me let you
if.....
only......
it's up in the air
and on the phone lines
but I still havent heard your voice
I had some thoughts earlier but unfortunately they were not captured. Steve <ego@SiDominion.com>
- Monday, January 26, 1998 at 17:43:25 (EST)
once you feel you are getting a handle on who you are, then a romantic liason with whomever your intended is, or will become, will be more easily determined to be "comfortable" or not.
">click here for more of lisa and her ego
These Hands
Robert says love fails in our well meaning hands, but does it?
I mean, are our hands well meaning?
My hands are calloused, scratched, paint broken off
my nails where I picked at them.
These hands are not well meaning. They are made of stone
and everything they touch, they conquer.
I saw his car drive by tonight, slowly avoiding potholes
I know this because I used to ride beside him past this place
all the time, and he always went slow.
And I wonder if he is thinking about how love fails. How
sometimes when everything seems right, it no longer is.
You are an artist, like me, but different. You create with your
hands, I create with my lips, my innards, my stomach
where everything collects against flesh walls like resin until
I purge it on paper.
I'm watching the smoke curl around my fingers and I wonder
if I could take this world all in through my lungs if I tried.
Jessie said all artists smoke. It's how it's supposed to be. I say
we smoke because we are vulnerable to addictions.
Because we try so hard to create our own problems, to sculpt
art from our emotions and make lonlieness seem attractive..
"she never listens to me at night, get a gun, get a gun, we're losing altitude."
Lets clutter up this page even more ... shall we?