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:: Saturday, June 12, 2004 :: I threw a party and nobody came. Am I the only one that thinks Reagan was an asshole? Am I the only one who wishes he could get a taste of his own medicine and had a death squad come to his house to rape his wife and children before he died of something painful? Am I the only one who finds all the pomp and glory a bit over the top? Where were the state funerals for the 70,000 political killings in El Salvador, the 100,000+ in Guatemala, the 30,000 in Nicaragua? Am I the only one who thinks that we didin't win, rather the Soviets lost the cold war? What the fuck is wrong with people. I must be hardwired wrong...:: Friday, June 11, 2004 :: Bay Area Council decries lack of affordable housing - 2004-06-11 - Silicon Valley/San Jose Business Journal::: Monday, June 07, 2004 ::"The president of the Bay Area Council on Friday said one of the drags on the region's economy is lack of affordable housing. " The long lines of nothingness. The silent pain. The double feature no go zone. Its all a song. Its all nothing. YOu go until you can't and then you go some more. Controlled the voice of a silent prisoner. A magic ride, a perfect slide, a falling down set for more falling down. You go until you can't go, and then you go some more. A man sits at a park bench. He dreams of being somewhere else, anywhere but here. This isn't a salvation story. This man, he doesn't win. This man he dies. I can't help but think you're disappointed, we all like salvation songs, story book proms, a life line to nothingness. I wanted to make this seem like something worth your time, but its just a story of a man on his last day on earth. He gets up from the park bench and begins to do summersaults, summersaults and candy dishes full of sweets, this is your life and there's nothing you can do about it. So rest. Rest and be merry, be Mary, be my sweet young thing. The song keeps going but you can't tell, you're still looking at the man doing summersaults, Marysaults, somethingsaults. Like little red editing lines on a story that didn't go anywhere. This is experimental. This is me trying to show you inside my mind. Breath. Breath. Find your salvation as this man dances in a park.:: Sunday, June 06, 2004 :: There is an Adams Family 48 hour marathon on TVland. Its every single Adams Family ever made all in a row for all your insomnia tastes.
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