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Monday, June 05, 2006
Don't Read This- it's old, and you won't like it. I said don't read it! Grrr
God, I haven't posted in soooooo long. Hi world . . . it's me Larry. What's new? Well, George comes here in 2 days, and that's about the best thing to happen in along time. A LONG time. But what's ten years? Now and then . . . ? Blah. It's me, the real, ols Larry here to soothe your entertainment needs. First up we have . . . links to
Deaths of the Iliad.
In case you were wondering.
You know, sometimes when I'm personally frustrated, I like to play the cat piano with unbridled furior.
So can you beileve it folks, in two days, George comes out to stay with us!!!????!!!!
My heart is like an open apple for all the birds of fate, lying, naked, for all and any hunger to come at teach it a lesson. This is a good state for little Larry.
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PSA
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Does anyone else belive in Jesus? Me neither.
So . . . how's tricks? Maybe we could attend a small ritual together before we move on to hardcore philistine behavior . . .
So here is where I live
So I could care less about movies . .l. but am I just drinking the coolaide, or is Snakes On A Plane the antidote for my troubled soul? BTW you're welcome for that HUGE picture :) I haven't seen Davinci Code yet, and haven't read the book, but comon', of course the male dominated Churches squelched any mention of Mary in the 'written books'. There is much more than the fiction that is the Davinci Code on this subject. And now, a little Molly Ivins?
So politics are a little too much for me right now other than to say all the bums need to go in November. Especially Denny Hastert, that little leprechaun, he just annoys me. Who can you blame these days . . . well, it seems like just about everyone. Nach.
So . . . music. Many songs are in the works . . . be patient, Ryan is in like four bands. As for me, well I look at the diffrinces between a republic and a democracy, eat a bowl of Total, and softly pet one of my many cats as I lapse into a lush dreamland of candycanes wedged between barbed wire and a blinding forest of neon green chia pets.
Any attempt to disengage as this point will be met with swift, severe retrobution, afterwhich one will feel very small, positivley insipid, and alltogether not so flattering to the human eye. So it must be time to go look at coffins with scenes of Homers Epics!
Deaths of the Iliad.
In case you were wondering.
You know, sometimes when I'm personally frustrated, I like to play the cat piano with unbridled furior.
So can you beileve it folks, in two days, George comes out to stay with us!!!????!!!!
My heart is like an open apple for all the birds of fate, lying, naked, for all and any hunger to come at teach it a lesson. This is a good state for little Larry.
-----
PSA
-----
Does anyone else belive in Jesus? Me neither.
So . . . how's tricks? Maybe we could attend a small ritual together before we move on to hardcore philistine behavior . . .
So here is where I live
So I could care less about movies . .l. but am I just drinking the coolaide, or is Snakes On A Plane the antidote for my troubled soul? BTW you're welcome for that HUGE picture :) I haven't seen Davinci Code yet, and haven't read the book, but comon', of course the male dominated Churches squelched any mention of Mary in the 'written books'. There is much more than the fiction that is the Davinci Code on this subject. And now, a little Molly Ivins?
So politics are a little too much for me right now other than to say all the bums need to go in November. Especially Denny Hastert, that little leprechaun, he just annoys me. Who can you blame these days . . . well, it seems like just about everyone. Nach.
So . . . music. Many songs are in the works . . . be patient, Ryan is in like four bands. As for me, well I look at the diffrinces between a republic and a democracy, eat a bowl of Total, and softly pet one of my many cats as I lapse into a lush dreamland of candycanes wedged between barbed wire and a blinding forest of neon green chia pets.
Any attempt to disengage as this point will be met with swift, severe retrobution, afterwhich one will feel very small, positivley insipid, and alltogether not so flattering to the human eye. So it must be time to go look at coffins with scenes of Homers Epics!
