The captain likes to keep a record of all those who visit.  So what to write?
  1. Leave your thoughts on Silicon Dominion.
  2. Leave a question for the voices of five
  3. Leave a question for Alek Traunic
  4. And of course senseless ramblings & chaotic visions of the future are always welcome

i turned 25 on Sunday
a quarter century gone

Wade Harrell <>
- Wednesday, January 26, 2000 at 12:23:42 (EST)
Hey, Wade! Check your e-mail, eh? Hope all's well up there. -danny
Danny <>
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 16:39:51 (EDT)
Inspiration is but a few strayed thoughts!!
Dee <>
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 12:24:42 (EDT)
bat test
- Monday, August 09, 1999 at 16:11:48 (EDT)
so i don't work w/ puce
she turned down the job
i got a promotion, "Producer" (project manager)
we are moving our offices
oh, and NYC is pretty cool

Wade <>
- Wednesday, July 21, 1999 at 12:20:38 (EDT)
i got a new job
i live/work in NYC now
and get this
starting monday puce will be working w/ me
how freakin weird

- Thursday, June 24, 1999 at 15:48:44 (EDT)
just a gigilo
did i spell that right?
and really, i'm not
not at all

Wade <>
- Wednesday, June 09, 1999 at 09:32:08 (EDT)
mmm. beer.
- Friday, May 28, 1999 at 22:24:49 (EDT)
i almost can't believe i wrote this
so much has changed
and yet so much is till the same

- Wednesday, April 14, 1999 at 03:02:08 (EDT)
on the seventh line there is a typo....
or is it?

- Sunday, April 11, 1999 at 17:30:08 (EDT)
Wade, you're one twisted little monkey. Just thought I'd share.
Freaky Deaky Rafiki
- Tuesday, March 23, 1999 at 15:31:24 (EST)
hey peter, how goes it in yer new dream life? i think i will be crawling all over the east coast this coming summer. picture that -- it's probably exactly what i'll be doing. we need to be in contact. for now, a shameless plug. WRITERS? i started a mailing list that began with friends but has evolved to anything poetic or posy prosy. your work, someone else's, whatever gets you off. wade, send me an e-mail, you successful bastard. my boyfriend just moved to florida.
Cera <>
- Wednesday, March 17, 1999 at 21:02:45 (EST)
A Some What of a Man: When I'm with him, I feel a smile come across my face, And never leave, until he does. I want to be with him every waking moment, of every bright and sunny day, And every day that's with threatening thunder. I want to feel his arms wrap around me, And hold me close. I want to feel his soft kisses on my skin, I want his hands where they've all ready been. I want to hear the words I love you escape his lips, As we cuddle close in utter bliss. I want to feel his body up against mine, I want our legs lost in sheets; forever entwined. I want to feel his breath on the back of my neck, I want to play all our cards in the deck. I want him under my sheets with me, lost in forever eternity. I want to feel his fingers, run through my hair, I want to tell him all my secrets, That I can share. I want his fingers tickling my back, I want to give him everything, He thinks we lack. I want to feel his chest with my hands, I want to touch him every where that I can. I want to cuddle until the light dies. I want to kiss his cheeks and eyes, I want to brek every rule that I can defy. I want to feel him next to me, when I wake up, and him be the first thing that I see. And at night, during sunset, I want to kiss him good night, Just like the first time we met. then, lye down with him next to me, kiss him again, and go to sleep. -Mary Katherine- You ever notcie that when you think that you feel this stongly about someone, no matter what you do, it always ends badly, and eventually in the end they screw you over, and you get hurt. I just wish that I could find some one that cares about me, and doesn't screw your heart over... Sorry, I just needed to vent. But don't cha just wish that you could fins someone like that? You think you've found that someone special, but it never is what you think it is. Thanks for letting me vent... Always- Mary/Merrie
Merrie <>
- Saturday, March 13, 1999 at 23:23:47 (EST)
goodbye Stanley
your films shall live on forever
and they have been an influence on me for as long as i can remember...

wade <>
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 08:49:21 (EST)
Lookin good Wade.
eric <>
- Monday, March 08, 1999 at 08:32:00 (EST)
sad to see the angel's dust under midnight sky the bust intrepid wanderers they do lust can love and that be discussed? inner thoughts of being just duty bound and so they must end all that they distrust
niemand wichtig <>
- Tuesday, February 23, 1999 at 13:06:28 (EST)
congrats on the new job weenie boy. things are so different than they were a year ago, dont you think?
- Tuesday, February 02, 1999 at 14:03:01 (EST)
good news kids!
daddy got a new pair 'o shooz
um... actually... I just got a new job
in two weeks will be my new luv
I'm soooo excited, it's a dream job, i'll be getting paid to do EXACTLY what i love doing
working in the "culture" that I have always dreamt of being in
always thought I would have to move to San Fran for a job like this...
two weeks... I can't wait!

Wade <>
- Monday, February 01, 1999 at 15:37:09 (EST)
Wade, I'm smashed up rightly on american beer and I wish you were here. Guess I've got to visit Virginia again pretty soon. Until then, just keep on keeping on, and don't forget how much venom we accumulated during those darkest of days. You were the worst of us, and there's no reason that should ever change. Sleep well, and send me another nightmare sometime, you bellicose fuck. Love ya.
Judah <>
- Sunday, January 31, 1999 at 01:49:32 (EST)
Ay, caramba. Nearly forgot, chicos y chicas. The aforementioned goth links were discovered while browsing Bonnie is bonny. So visit her and laugh out loud, like I did.
Judah <>
- Tuesday, January 26, 1999 at 13:48:31 (EST)
Wade, this one's for you, baby: Hope you get a kick out of it. When you're done with that, check out Rest assured, it's worth your time.
Judah <>
- Tuesday, January 26, 1999 at 09:47:22 (EST)
Hey Wade: Hapy Birthday man! Hope you had fun, things up here in the big snapple: made by the best people on earth! (yes, we finially admitted that every resident of NYC has sold their soul to big business.) are going well. Hopefully I can broker out my domain name for some decent cash, and I have started getting phone numbers of people that need a consultant to setup their internal networks. The toughest thing about that is trying to decide how much my time is _really_ worth! Cya friend, take care. steve
Steve Craig <>
- Sunday, January 24, 1999 at 23:59:15 (EST)
oh yah and happy birthday. old fart.
- Sunday, January 24, 1999 at 21:03:37 (EST)
me again. saw you on puce's page wade and on judah's. (neat guy) and remembered i hadn't been here in awhile. are you ever going to do #7? there are a few of us still left waiting. how's the furby? i know..i know..he hates me. i have furby issues. anyway...hope things are goin ducky. miss ya. (i do. i mean it) hope richmond is still kicking.
lisa <>
- Sunday, January 24, 1999 at 21:02:49 (EST)
this all started 24 years ago today in a hospital in Norfolk, VA
happy BirthDay to me!

- Saturday, January 23, 1999 at 09:46:31 (EST)
- Tuesday, January 19, 1999 at 22:53:43 (EST)
. <.>
- Tuesday, January 05, 1999 at 13:24:11 (EST)
about 3.5 hours left of 1998 for us here on the east coast of the USA
been an interesting year, too short though
so many things have happened so quickly
so many things that never did happen
i feel kinda bad about this site
been really neglecting it
have not written anything about Kerensa, or even my AMAZING trip to NYC
but i guess it's the perfect night to feel guilty
in a few hours i'm due for a resolution
and a couple days off work to do something about it
well if you are reading this I hope you have a GREAT new year!

Wade <>
- Thursday, December 31, 1998 at 20:22:28 (EST)
O Captain, my Captain, just tell me that you still remember how we hated and how good it was down where we were when vomit still tasted good and every hand was against us. Tell me you still think of those days and it wasn't all for nothing the way every other God damned thing under heaven is; just assure me that some things are too good to change for the good of humanity.
Judah <>
- Monday, December 07, 1998 at 22:04:01 (EST)
Hampton National Cemetery
Cemetery Road at Marshall Avenue
Hampton, VA 23667
(757) 723-7104

- Sunday, December 06, 1998 at 23:40:56 (EST)
Have you died and failed to mention it? Kind of creepy, really. Harrell, Wade Company: B Private May 6, 1862. Substitute. Died Oct.27, 1862. Birth Info: Death Info: Burial Info: Thornrose Cemetery, Staunton, Va. Spouse: Mel
- Tuesday, December 01, 1998 at 17:12:16 (EST)
hey wade- do you visit anymore? just wanted to let ya know i don't forget you all the time... redo your page. love, -lis
lis <>
- Thursday, November 26, 1998 at 02:46:22 (EST)

- Tuesday, November 24, 1998 at 13:19:06 (EST)
- Tuesday, November 10, 1998 at 13:31:38 (EST) revisited
still the fool
Ned's Atomic Dustbin's Album "Are You Normal?" really sums it all up
i'd give anything for K to have a copy
if you are reading this go out and find it


- Monday, November 16, 1998 at 12:31:10 (EST)
Good show, Wade. When reason supercedes passion, victory is within reach. King Leonidas of Sparta believed it, and so do I. Now, just stick to your guns, shed idealism like a snakeskin (ecdysis is more than a philosophy, you know: a human tissue cell lasts about seven years, so the person you were in 1991 is in fact quite dead... I met you in 1991...), cast aside doubt (this means stop talking to women), and get your funk on. Peace.
Judah <>
- Tuesday, November 10, 1998 at 15:36:22 (EST)
I am a fool when I think I need you
I'm a fool to believe
My heart is so wide open
I'm so easy to deceive
I'm a fool I'll keep believing
Like a fool I'll believe it all
I'm a fool who'll keep on coming
And like a fool, I will crawl

no more being the fool
time to grow up
i thought i could trust my feelings
i was wrong
i'm not a little kid anymore
i can't cover my eyes any longer
the faith is gone
i've held it too long
the dreams are dead
because they have been killing me for so long
listening to my head from here on out
my heart led me astray
but that ends...    now

- Tuesday, November 10, 1998 at 13:31:38 (EST)
woops. what happened? sorry wade.
lisa <>
- Monday, November 09, 1998 at 19:34:32 (EST)
ok. i wrote too soon. BN what the hell happened to infinet????!?!!?!?!?!?!? jeez. Claire and Nim are good. wanted to let you me. -lis
lisa <>
- Monday, November 09, 1998 at 19:33:43 (EST)
no..i just like getting my point across. how ya doin wade? never work for a newspaper. the suicide rate of newspaper employees is only 2nd to dentists. i swear. it's true. ok so i redid my web page. go look at it. i got a new home too. and a new kitty. actually 5 new kittys plus thats uhhh 7 right? im in heaven. or something. i live with this cool lady now who's all into goddess love like me and shes an artist and a writer.. and oh child. sometimes life is indeed good.
lisa <>
- Monday, November 09, 1998 at 19:23:29 (EST)
chaos comes in droves
silence and calm
and then a wreck
but this should be blissful should it not?
i think i just need rest
and also i need for idiots to be gone.... (@ work, sigh)

- Monday, November 09, 1998 at 11:44:52 (EST)
hey goathole, i miss you. you no longer live inside my computer and i don't know what to do... can you e-mail from work? i kee looing for the scrap of paper that i put your latest phone number on, but?? i can't find anything. i'm a loser. kerensa is back in richmond -- you should commune with her ( ... i'm kissing, talk to you later.
cera <>
- Thursday, November 05, 1998 at 01:53:36 (EST)
Hera Aine my dear...
there is always an open doorway to the east

- Tuesday, November 03, 1998 at 23:34:33 (EST)
god speed John Glenn
- Thursday, October 29, 1998 at 14:57:09 (EST)
ahhh kewl
Balthazar Getty is a day older than me
Natalie Imbruglia is around a week younger
and Drew Barrymore is a month younger

- Tuesday, October 27, 1998 at 10:44:33 (EST)
i always get a kick out of these things:

- Tuesday, October 27, 1998 at 10:38:11 (EST)
lisa's so cool she says things twice ;)
well still no hard drive
so no home PC
and 11 hour days at work making maps don't help
hope everyone is doing well

- Tuesday, October 27, 1998 at 08:42:50 (EST)
speaking of grammar... im on the bus the other day in land o rednecks (steve get me the fuck out of roanoke. i hate it) and this drunk guy on the bus starts raving at the top of his lungs about how bad the bus system "fookin sucks." this guy would not be quiet. so me, being the brave ittle grrl i am, turned around and said "please, shut up" at which point he commenced to tell me "i ain't one of you youngins. don't you be telling me to shut the fuck up. you shut the fuck up" add a southern drawl. its classic. i miss you guys something awful. *shudder*
leeeeeeeeeeesa <>
- Sunday, October 25, 1998 at 20:16:22 (EST)
speaking of grammar... im on the bus the other day in land o rednecks (steve get me the fuck out of roanoke. i hate it) and this drunk guy on the bus starts raving at the top of his lungs about how bad the bus system "fookin sucks." this guy would not be quiet. so me, being the brave ittle grrl i am, turned around and said "please, shut up" at which point he commenced to tell me "i ain't one of you youngins. don't you be telling me to shut the fuck up. you shut the fuck up" add a southern drawl. its classic. i miss you guys something awful. *shudder*
leeeeeeeeeeesa <>
- Sunday, October 25, 1998 at 20:16:25 (EST)
the worst part about not having a computer at home is that i keep seeing pages that make me want to go create
like this one:
also... don't forget to be in baltimore on Dec 5th!

- Friday, October 23, 1998 at 17:53:04 (EDT)
Speaking of grammar.
Just for kicks, I emailed the people in Mexico selling the 'sex gum.' I needed information on prices and shipping costs for a few cases; however, their site was in Spanish.

Luckily, my favorite search engine was able to provide the answer, in a relatively amusing and interesting fashion. If you ever need anything translated quickly and are not concerned with accuracy, check out:
And just in case anyone is interested, here is a copy of the original email message which I sent to the company and then the same email, filtered back through again from English to Spanish to English. For a silly hack like myself, it provided a fun evening of wholesome family entertainment. Two thumbs up, good for the whole clan.
I would like to purchase your product for my shop in New York. What is the price for a case? What are the payment and shipping options? I apologize, I do not speak Spanish.
Altavista translated that into Spanish for me, which I then emailed off, and then for kicks I switched it back into English:
It wanted to buy its product for my warehouse in New York. Cuántocuesta by case? Which are the options of the exit and the payment? I am grieved that I do not speak Spanish.
And if you do it a few more times, the translation gets even more silly. Kinda fun way to kill time at work.

Steve <>
- Thursday, October 22, 1998 at 23:12:26 (EDT)
- Thursday, October 22, 1998 at 20:32:51 (EDT)
first my sparq drive, and last night my harddrive went
i got no computer at hime now
and work is killin me
working my ass off
monday 11 hours, tuesday 9
and today will prolly be at least 10

- Wednesday, October 21, 1998 at 08:59:11 (EDT)
The cops can't put an end to bad grammar; they just keep it at bay. If only someone could have been there for Maria when that dangling participle fell on her and killed her... But there was no one there. That's why I do what I do. I find the scum who defile our streets with misspelled graffiti and billboards, because I am... Frank Castle, The Editor.
- Friday, October 16, 1998 at 12:25:41 (EDT)
Me thinks that people are so uncomfortable with someone criticizing something that they like, that they'll pick it apart looking for ways to discredit it. People are allowed to have opinions, you know. But I guess that opinions aren't as important as whether or not the verb agrees with the subject, are they? "Never" decided to criticize the page with more substance than a simple "this page sucks," and that's what bothers you. Hell, even Wade isn't getting as upset about this matter as you crazy kids who jump so quickly to tear apart grammar errors. It's a criticism of a god damned web page. It's not the end of the world. Get over yourselves. BTW, i know the font from the cover of "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness" when I see it. Familiarity is good, right?
james <>
- Friday, October 16, 1998 at 03:57:23 (EDT)
Well, Wade, grammar wouldn't be an issue if your grouchy assailant hadn't issued such a pretentious little verbal salvo. Not that it matters; anyone insecure enough to roam the Net looking for pages to disparage is in dire need of a personality, let alone a lesson in grammar, punctuation, sentence structure, and spelling. Although, being an English major and total loser, I can assure you that lessons in English are easier to learn than lessons in interpersonal relationships. Just ask every one of my utterly disgusted ex-girlfriends. Both of them.
Judah <>
- Thursday, October 15, 1998 at 23:02:35 (EDT)
ok you english dweebs
i gotta come to the defense of my attacker here
itz da web, grammmr is not impotint, da messg iz

- Thursday, October 15, 1998 at 18:14:24 (EDT)
OK, I meant: Have the courtesy to MAKE your own writing above reproach. Sorry. But at least I *caught* my mistake! It's called "checking your work." Kinda shows you are conscientious about your work. Wade, why not REALLY irritate that person and put up some new stuff?
Mel <>
- Thursday, October 15, 1998 at 10:35:16 (EDT)
"When I was in highschool, I thought that people had an excuse." Hey, isn't "high school" TWO words?? If you can't spell the word, you should not be allowed to use it. Moreover,the phrase "I thought that people had an excuse" is incomplete. To what does "excuse" refer? If you plan to criticize, at least have the courtesy not to make your own writing above reproach.
Mel <>
- Thursday, October 15, 1998 at 10:31:40 (EDT)
wade, i did not write that. thank you for the present. even though i don't know why you did. nice of you.
.anda. <>
- Wednesday, October 14, 1998 at 20:09:05 (EDT)
Random visitor 'never again' wrote: >>they were stagnated in their And then proceeded to babble on about illiteracy and such things. I hate people that decry and bitch about bad grammar and then have the balls to use it themselves! Wake up, idiot. Check Webster's if you feel you must: 'people' can not "be stagnated." The passive voice does not work that way with this word. Better luck next time: maybe you should just stick to your third grade mentality and post "this stuff sux" instead! Or, if you were feeling extremely creative, maybe you could rewrite the aforementioned sentence to read: >>It didn't bother me that, in their arrogance, they had stagnated: even putting forth the effort to conforming; meeting the low standard they and their "different" crowd had set was too much effort for them.
Steven Craig <>
- Monday, October 12, 1998 at 21:22:10 (EDT)
well responded
a clue, and this i think is a bit more personal that a random visitor
links for fonts
and a vcu addy, a little close to home for sure
if it's who i think.... did you like your gift?
i hope we talk again
i would love to hear your thoughts on design and type

- Monday, October 12, 1998 at 02:09:06 (EDT)
Never Again
- Sunday, October 11, 1998 at 23:06:17 (EDT)
Never <>
- Sunday, October 11, 1998 at 23:05:21 (EDT)
Ha... that's funny
strong words for someone who won't even leave their name
or a link to their site
which "must" be better
thanks never
have not had a laugh this good in a while
nice to know that those close minded people from high school are still lurking about attacking anything that is not theirs

- Sunday, October 11, 1998 at 22:55:19 (EDT)
When I was in highschool, I thought that people had an excuse. Sure they were juvenile, mundane, predictable, and illiterate. It didn't bother me that they were stagnated in their arrogance of meeting the low standard they and the conformity of their "different" crowd had set. I thought: they will graduate, they will grow up and move onto better things. They will learn and understand and become the exciting, interesting, and intelligent people I know they have the potential to be. At the very least, I thought, they would stop putting up incredibly ugly and insipidly boring personal webpages. I was wrong. I hope this page is gone tomorrow. You're wasting precious time by maintaining it. Time that you could be using to repent for ever putting it up.
- Sunday, October 11, 1998 at 22:44:25 (EDT)
Just passing through again. It's still beautiful. Or something quite like it.
Judah Walker <>
- Friday, October 09, 1998 at 16:25:09 (EDT)
Just passing through. Heavy stuff, this. Gets the blood moving, Wade, it really does. Lot of passion here. Had not felt so square, so bland, in quite some time. Feel rather... dull.
Judah Walker <>
- Friday, October 09, 1998 at 14:05:43 (EDT)
oh my eyes are aching. waitressing and working a full time techie job are nto a good combination. dont do it. so sick of serving burgers....ohhh but im an official employee of Roanoke Times. woohoo. i want a mac. damnnit. hiho wade.
lisa <>
- Wednesday, October 07, 1998 at 16:55:37 (EDT)
well take a look at SiD
neglected and outdated
well kiddies, much is changing in my geek world
lotsa new toys
but also a rebirth of my machine
in the process i lost all my old email.... (that sucks)
but the future looks bright
coming soon: VIDEO!!!!
ohhhhh yeah, eyez gotz da machinez!
i'll be back soon,
crazy mad social engagements this weekend
but things are looking good
take care my eye-strained viewers

wade AKA Alek Traunic <>
- Saturday, September 26, 1998 at 17:19:30 (EDT)
two in the morning and i have another eight hours of being awake. it's strange what you learn in foregin places. today i learned that what people fear, they will always hurt, and that is why i'm awake and bleeding. innocence is never understood by the ignorant. sometimes i still want to die, especially these hours of wating until someone, anyone is awake and can hear me, can see me. bruised and bloodied, i'm no longer sure i want to be awake to see another morning. life is all a measure of how deep the pain runs, and it's at the core of me now and i cannot bear to let it go. how much will you sacrafice to risk something real? tonight, i risked my life and someone else's. i had no right to do what i did, and yet i would do it all over again. i suppose i learned something from my fear: that i am just the same. what i fear, i will try to kill, because in my eyes it is an abomination. fuck me, i'm stupid though. fear is always a self fulfilling prophecy. i am ashamed of the sullen beauty of the night and the delight with which i face the growning darkness. this is a stagnant feeling; leading only to despair and death. i don't think i'm ready for that type of commitment yet. but sometimes i wonder. what would defiantly living in misery prove? my lack of conviction in my desire for something longer and deeper than i could ever understand? i wonder. goodbye.
- Saturday, September 19, 1998 at 02:04:36 (EDT)
I lie, hands fluttering against you like birds, helpless and violent. There are far too many times that this has been the case; forced into a submission that neither of us wants, but both of us cannot avoid. I hide in the silken sarcophagos of his dreams, and the night wears on. A dull aching hollowness reverberates throughout the day. This is not my home, the familiar lands that I once inhabited have gone brittle and stale, and I am left standing on this pedestrian altar, a lamb to the slaughter. The armless pedestals seem to leer with their deformity, and there is once again nowhere to which I can escape. The dreaming is not the same without you; it is a barren forbidding land, full of one night when all was sleepless and cold, but there were lights burning in your eyes. Now it's all tears and angry impotent rage, transfixon with an age long past, because there is nothing left for us here. Sometimes, you can cry until there is nothing wet in you. You can scream and scream until your throat rebels and ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen, and still it makes no difference. It goes on and on with no sign as to when it wil release you, and you know if it did relent... it would not be because it cared. Feral angels dance in summer snows. In the sleepless hours I can feel old terrors rising on their twisted feet and know that no one will ever understand. We are truly the walking wounded. A game of subtle desolation, shot through with threads of writhing mercury. An emotion frozen into a single shadowed gesture and the archery of lines across an unblemished brow. The metallic sting of saftey and the burning brand of insanity intermingled with sweet blood and pain and time, burning into flesh as pale as summer moonlight. But sometimes, it might be not be worth surviving it anymore. -written in blood before everything went black i miss you, bn
- Wednesday, September 16, 1998 at 21:38:44 (EDT)
heya. that "insane" mix link thingie... is that fellow advertising that those tracks in the RA are his? if so, that is wack. the first track is moby. straight from the collected b-sides cd, with cheese vocal samples on top. the rest is taken from record/cd, with more cheezy vocal stabs on top. i dunno. i just hope someone isnt so lame as to do that. anyway. that's me being couceu...
- Saturday, September 12, 1998 at 10:40:49 (EDT)
i am a raspberry fuckwit and i just spronged a giant udon noodle onto the end of my nose. eating with chopsticks and typing -- too delicate a procedure for she who set her lab note book on fire last saturday in the lab. having a surreal moment as i check up on SiDominion here; somehow the recepient of the most unfulfilled ridiculous crush i have ever formed has become the main contributor to my long lost soulmate of six years' guest book. hmmm, okay. the moment's over. thanks for calling tonight, Peter, although morning for you (amazed at your lucidity considering the hour). considered your comments about my horrendously shallow, you call "interesting" existence. would keep a journal for you no matter who read except that moments of introspection tend to give me the hives these days and readers, including you, would conclude that i have some sort of associative disorder -- not to mention it would become entirely banal. entry#1; today i sabotaged myself into thinking that i can stand living with the jaberwocky if it means staying away from the only person i've ever had a good relationship with. obviously, happiness and love are not productive because then i will not have unrelenting reserves of confused angst-babble. also, applied for college in Minnesota because they have great archaeology program, but mostly because i hate cold weather and need something else to be bitter about. have smoked 2 packs today and now have deja vu. must fill my crack pipe with pixie dust and finish my homework. " everlasting arm" by mercury rev is a lyrical masterpiece. have a good day, all.
Cera <>
- Wednesday, September 09, 1998 at 11:15:31 (EDT) i'm sure alot you remember this one.
- Monday, September 07, 1998 at 18:02:28 (EDT)
sorry.. dunno where that came from. maybe i'm just drunk. alone. what is it about this place... i keep thinking of this questionaire from highscool. 'do you feel alienated?'. hah!...
- Sunday, September 06, 1998 at 11:19:49 (EDT)
the water-rationed summers of my hometown were torture. you built an oasis for us, a palace of ice and dark light, shining blue in the desert. i always knew forever wouldn't last. i thought the crystal towers would melt, leaving their spiky sweetness on the backs of my eyes. a fit epitaph. i spent a bitter february weekend suffused with the gorgeous velvet icicles of your last rites. a fair end to it all. i held my silvered mementos close and remembered every cold winter night. if everything could have kept that grace, the dignity of memory -- instead my mailbox fills with voice upon voice, retelling every misstep and slander. toy armies imagine themselves siding with the righteous. i know the fight is long over; all alliances are broken. the safe, cool halls i fled to lie in ruins. i never dreamed it would be this way. proud spires cracking in the flames. dazzling phantoms bound, silenced. lonely gates swing loose, their secret latches lost. the place you built was my deepest solace. to see it pulled to blinding dust, picked through for ugly details by eager carrion crows -- mourning twists me. i waited for a real ending, not this. the final work, a lonely monument. its planes and colours are all wrong, its voice unfamiliar. it does not stand for what i knew. a granite tomb holds only my disintegrating scrapbooks, forever unresolved. new structures ascend near the wreckage, but i cannot feel the sanctuary of these spectacular spaces. remembering the chill embrace, cartoons blurring out of control, bitter regrets. red peppermint splash and fever dreams. icy melodies and nonsense scriptures. frost wrapped around me, precious comfort in my searing world.
- Sunday, September 06, 1998 at 11:10:59 (EDT)
In that echo-gaunt weekday chancel I see you Wrestling to contain your flames In your pink wool knitted dress and in your eye-pupils--great cut jewels Jostling their tear flames, truly like big jewels Shaken in a dice-cup and held up to me. gah. will i ever be anyone?
nairb <>
- Sunday, September 06, 1998 at 11:03:50 (EDT)
wade- im glad to see you and bn made up....although ever since chris stole his tv back i've been counting on you two as my current means of soap opera and jerry springer replacements. mwah im free of infi. lis
kalliope <>
- Saturday, September 05, 1998 at 19:00:33 (EDT)
i just have to say.. fuck 'jerry mcguire'. 'chasing amy' is the shiznit. all that, and apple butter. also. mike leigh. brilliant director. rent 'naked' if you can find it. it may change your life. what does this have to do with anything other than i'm an absolute chode? just thought i'd share. me
nairb <>
- Friday, September 04, 1998 at 09:08:58 (EDT)
Wade, the reason you cannot find the closeness to others that you desire is because you cannot give what you want to receive. Case in point: all this living i was doing i did for free i never paid rent to my friend, host to the homeless i ate his food kept him up late at night with music and visitors "it's my life" i said too many times Show me the irony. Is this situation now all that different? I would have thought that having the same experiences would allow you to understand what the other person is feeling, and perhaps help them not to make the sort of mistakes that you perhaps regret, instead of complaining about how your life is inconvenienced. That is what is known as "being a friend." (unless you are being less than truthful about your own experiences) You complain that people take and take and give you nothing. But you can't honestly expect people to show you true respect and caring if you are being self-centered and selfish. And it *is* selfish "demand the trust and compassion." You cannot compel others to give you those things. You have to show those qualities to get them in return. Now, if all this came from Geneva, maybe you'd think there was some great epiphany there for you. But I suppose that coming from me, it's just a bitchy raving from a person who has no clue how your life is. But just remember that I knew you before you worked at Infinet, that I was there to take you out to lunch when you had no job (because I wanted you to know that I felt LOYALTY to you as your friend), and that I am still around, albeit silently--even today. And if you needed help, I'd do my best to help you. You do have friends that care about you, Wade. The question is, can YOU be a good friend in return? Don't let your present situation end on a bad note.
Mel <>
- Tuesday, September 01, 1998 at 16:34:47 (EDT)
im still here wade.. in the shadows.
lis <>
- Sunday, August 30, 1998 at 16:56:42 (EDT)
Stay it's much too late for the action you've made this place unbecoming do I have to stay? these eyes have one more discovery will it be wasted on monday? do I have to stay?
nairb <>
- Friday, August 28, 1998 at 20:43:24 (EDT)
Greetings! Just cruising around checking out folks who link to us, thanks for yours! PS - I know Evan Analog played your Souxsie request because he had the disc all the while I was lookin' for it. Anyway, thanks again from your friends in the Internet Radio business at GoGaGa Brand Radio. Joe King, DJ GoGaGa Brand Radio
Joe King <>
- Friday, August 28, 1998 at 01:49:59 (EDT)
...just passing through....

l i n d s a y <>
- Friday, August 14, 1998 at 17:34:25 (EDT)
she dives for shells with her nautical nuns and thoughts you thought she'd never tell. hi wadesweety :) just thought i'd say hallo.. i have to go type my philosophy final now ciao luff, and all the rest of you silly willies, ly
ly <bladdah@bladdy.blah>
- Tuesday, August 11, 1998 at 13:26:04 (EDT)
Wade, Things may seem bad right now and you aren't the only one suffering financial stress. It will get better trust me! You are (even in your depth of depression) on the right track. One thing I would recommend is to worry about yourself. You are a good person...too good sometimes...but really you have to make sure you eat before someone else does at this point. You can't let people take advantage of you....and those people aren't your friends anyway....because if they were they would want to re-pay you for your kindness and take you out now etc. It is a lesson learned but now you know.... Life is full of ups and downs and that is what makes us so interesting...We are very real people and believe it or not it does build character. It will be ok and I am here for you....werd... So on that note I am to earn the kibbles and bits for my sweets... Love ya, keep in touch! g
G <>
- Monday, August 10, 1998 at 11:53:43 (EDT)
twenty-thousand poison-tipped arrows rain from you fingertips open wide swallow the sky show me the way to your skin
Bodysaw, Inc. <>
- Thursday, July 23, 1998 at 15:44:09 (EDT)
i'm a friend of a friend of yours (one of the sarah's in soy land) [had the pleasure to enjoy her presence for over a year..] anyway, i frequent this site, and lurk around all the time, and peep in at your soul. i wish i had the balls to do something like this. i do commend you, and your site.. something to be proud of. can i reccomend a band for you to listen to? (if you havent already).. low. pick up 'curtain hits the cast' or 'i could live in hope' first. for some reason i think you'd like them. they even do an amazing cover of joy division's 'transmission'. regaurds... nairb
brian carlson <>
- Tuesday, July 14, 1998 at 00:06:44 (EDT)
Observation: when two guys like the same girl: sometimes the right guy gets her. Why waste time worrying whether or not you have "stolen" her from your "good friend"? Sometimes you find out that your "good friend" really isn't, and couldn't give a rat's ass about you. He just wants someone he can be around that he can feel superior to because he has a better job/friends/house/car/etc. And it does takes *two* to tango.
- Monday, July 13, 1998 at 15:39:41 (EDT)
you have a beautiful page. i asked you to describe your beauty when you applied for my webring - but i can see it in your words. i'm glad i came to this site, it made me think. anything that makes me think deserves to be honoured. thank you.
Tiffany <>
- Friday, June 26, 1998 at 16:44:50 (EDT)
When you love someone wholly and completely, you stop loving yourself a little more each day, there after...
Elle Banner <>
- Wednesday, June 24, 1998 at 00:39:51 (EDT)
Electronic music mp3s and other music! Include Goa trance, Drum'n'Bass, Ambient, Trip Hop, Digital Hardcore, Acid, Hard Dance, Big Beat, and etc.

-= Digital Moon Realm =-
-= Digital Moon Realm =-

JCSyntax <>
- Monday, June 22, 1998 at 11:46:34 (EDT)
stopping in for the absolute last time before im 'there.' it's a very weird feeling. ciao luffs, me
- Friday, June 12, 1998 at 16:29:26 (EDT)
Hi, since you left the URL when you signed my guestbook, i thought I'd return the favor. boy this is gorgeous stuff.... i'm going to make a link to the page from mine... Do come back and visit! both my site 9not that its ever gonna reach these heights) and Doonesbury...
Nicole <>
- Monday, June 08, 1998 at 13:34:29 (EDT)
amazing..too beautiful and profound for me to find the words..
shannon <>
- Thursday, June 04, 1998 at 20:39:09 (EDT)
the notes he left could tell a story. it's just a matter of finding a beginning, and an end.
carl steadman <>
- Tuesday, May 26, 1998 at 04:26:46 (EDT)
hello. amazing. i think that's it.
katharine <>
- Monday, May 25, 1998 at 01:07:28 (EDT)
hey wade :) new site looks good when it doesnt crash my browser. grin. so how are ya? i redid my page. go lookie
lisa <>
- Sunday, May 10, 1998 at 15:17:44 (EDT)
I spoke to you through chat a while back on CaptainCrokks Web Site - I think your site is brill!
Lee McCutcheon <LeeMcCutcheon@Compuserve.Com>
- Saturday, May 09, 1998 at 11:56:52 (EDT)
I dream of
moonlit walks
nice long talks
silly jokes
big bong tokes.

My life is
drinkin lots
lotsa pot
sleepy days
night's a haze.

at my job
go to work?
boss a jerk!
like to leave
but no repreve

i get home
stay up late
dont deviate
dont hesitate
to masurbate

I'd like to
end this poem!

- Wednesday, May 06, 1998 at 03:28:56 (EDT)
- Monday, April 27, 1998 at 18:54:22 (EDT)