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"oh shit"

I am truly sorry fans folks and followers
I have made another silly spelling mistake

it is suppose to read whats her name
we are all suppose to be worshiping whats her name
not soup
I don't know what I was thinking
maybe I was hunger
sorry

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 22:11:05 (PDT)

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hail soup
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 22:02:25 (PDT)

alls I want is some more soup
the girl at the check out is kinda cute
alls I want
all I need
alls I want is more soup

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Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 21:59:48 (PDT)

BUB! I am a member of the soup train!
I do the soupy jig!
Jane
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 08:12:20 (PDT)

I PREFFER STEW
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I THOUGHT THIS WAS A POETRY SITE

I was looking for VISUAL ART
not music
it's really not fair
just keep it real folks, okay?
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 27, 1999 at 08:08:13 (PDT)

So I lie?...Or is it Me that lies??
If Dual!....Then Denial?
And if...If I skrye,
would I be able to watch the watching line?
And would the fathering time,
render Me mine?
Or would I be Me?
And if not...Then sat free?
If not free..Then in motion?
Would I be within the without?
Or without the within??
Do I need an Id to get into heaven?
Or a doped path through the limbic system?
Or a clear thought of nothing?
or the nothing of a clear thought??

-

Cooking-Cooking-Cooking
Soup-Soup-Soup-Soup
A-souptrain-for-the-brain
Boilling-the-rails-for-the-soup
Feed-Feed-Feed-Feed-Feed
The-soup-of-I´s-and-the-soup-Id´s

(Blow me sideways, i think i lost it)

Z
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 23:07:59 (PDT)

I'm honored !
You people are great !
You really understand the wonder of the Soup Train !

I'll serve you up another bowl when I'm feeling creative !

until then I'll give you a taste of some Classic Soup...

It's time once again for everyone to climb aboard the SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUP TRAIN !

Soup Train , Soup Train, Soup Train ,I'm ridin' on the Soup Train Soup Doopy Doop train!

Biddy biddy bow to the bop bop bop diggy

Dingy dingy ding to the biddy biddy Bow

Soup Train Soup Train Bow Wow Wow!!!
Ayatollah
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 22:48:14 (PDT)

"It's Crazy"

I really don't feel like this.....
maybe deny
I have got to smile
feelings are a lie
when you stand next to me
stand against me
noone else does
noone else does
and I did'nt want you
I did'nt want you to leave
with your long light hair
I always saw you
seen you
seen you there
and thought it was her
I always saw you and thought I loved you
at first
thinking it was her
because I thought I loved her
because I thought
I cant speak at all at times
when you are near
you know I can't love you
although I could
but if I was to love someone
I would want her to be so much like you
that could never happen
that could never be
because no one could
would I allow anyone to get that close
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 21:10:42 (PDT)

:why?:
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 20:14:46 (PDT)

as the fans wanted me to not want the soup train
i wanted it more
if you will
where there was fire
we could cook soup
would the castro types soon invent the wheel
i question the can
as i go to the can
replenish my souplessness
and refill my gut

in love you would by my soup
my salad
my soup
my dessert
my soup
my dinner with soup
alacart with soup
give me soup
or die motherfucker
whoops
i mean could i have another helping
thank you
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 20:02:44 (PDT)

like a mirage i was walking down the tracks seeing a green light
and nothing anywhere around
no sound
hungry for the warmth that would not fill my emptyness as i wanted soup
there was non
as i walked and read the scriptures on the overpass
as my stomic called out my feet felt the fact
that i had no soup
and if a train went by
i couldnt see it
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:56:55 (PDT)

is there any way I could help spread the good word about soup

I mean everyone knows its good and good for you
but theres so much more to understand about soup
and then
theres the train which takes on a life of its own

how could you not love this winning combo-nation?
how could you not hunger for the ideal?
and how could anyone not be move by something so
strong as a train?

ask yourself these questions

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:47:26 (PDT)

is there a midwestern chapter of the soup fan club
that is not affilated with cambells
that I could join?
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:42:07 (PDT)

I wish it would rain soup
and I would set buckets out to fill them up
fill them up
with the soup
and freeze it so I could share it with you for the rest of our lives
and maybe our love for soup could be as strong as a train
and keep on going thru the snow and the rain

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 19:37:32 (PDT)

i still dont get it duuuuuhhhhhh
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 17:06:01 (PDT)

white noise
frosty

I said I'm cold

as brittle as they come
yeah
you heard me
throw the ice down
throwin the ice down
and when it rains it pours my
DICKED FRIEND

so get out of my air
Eve
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 15:54:47 (PDT)

soup in the mornining
soup in the evening
soup at suppertime
we love soup
and
to get soup we would stand in the soup line
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 06:05:51 (PDT)

"I love you"

i watch you as
you sit and
stare into the fire
i know i have hurt you
i go to say something
but you hold your hand up
as if to stop
me
a single tear falls
down your face
but you don't seem
to care
it pains me to see
what i've done to you
i don't like seeing you
break
i whisper in a small
sad voice that i am
sorry
but you only look at me with
disqust
as you walk by me
to the door
i hear you mutter
"whore"
and i break down
crying
i go to the window
and watch you
walk away
but its hard to see you in your
black-as-night trenchcoat
and as you walk away
i whipser...
"i love you"
holly
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 05:57:33 (PDT)

Jane has now been officially been named the "Soup Dance Girl" She will show all you people how to shake your body and groove to the Soup Train. We are holding Auditions for a new Bass Player!

now for all our loving fans:

a little bowl of soup for you...

_______________________________________________________

----------------------Cowbell Intro--------------------
" All Aboooooooooooaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrd "

Soup Soup Soup Train
Soup Soup Train
Soup Train
Soupy Doupy dop bop biddy bow wow
willy willy wee now now now
Soup soup soup in my eye
Soup Soup Soup with a side of fries!
Soupally Dee and Soupally Dah
Soupy dippy dowee wowee wiggy zippy zappy Vee
Soup Train Soup Train
Trainy Wainy Whoa Whoa and Wahppy Dahppy Dow Wow
Pop a Dopper Ride a Chopper ding dong Zow wow wow
Soup Ay
Doup Ay
Oup Ay
Wally Bally
Soup Ay
Doup Ay
Oup Ay
Shilly Boppy

Dobba Dobba Doop Doop
Dobba Dobba Doop Doop Doop
Dobba Dobba Doop Doop Dee
Dobba Dobba Smacky Pee
Tricky wicky Train Biddy biddy bain
Soupy soppa soupy soppa Soupy Soupy Soupy!

I hope you wonderful folks liked that !

Keep calling the radio stations. One person said they are already playing it on one of them !

and to quote one of the millions of Soupoholics "A World without Soup, is a World without Love"
Ayatollah
- Tuesday, October 26, 1999 at 00:31:59 (PDT)

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PLEASE
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:49:22 (PDT)

my favorite charlie chapflin movie
is the one where he makes soup outta the old boot in alaska while digging for gold
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:35:40 (PDT)

Hey Bub, Instead of Bass for the soup Train can I dance a soupy jig?

or sing harmony:)
(smiling evilishy at pretend)
Jane
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:34:51 (PDT)

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soup
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:33:13 (PDT)

a world with out soup is a world without love
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:30:22 (PDT)

give me soup or give me death
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 21:27:08 (PDT)

-Sirius-b vitamin-

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"keeps you on the up & up"
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1. Equalizes you upon the scales.
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2. Sweetening the air that you inhale.
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3. Clears the sights of your mind.
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4. Expands the path of lines.
-

Z
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 12:48:31 (PDT)

Yes yes..and im a backdoorman...fuck off
Anonymous
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 11:42:25 (PDT)

Hey Guys !!!!

I heard it !! The Soup Train rocks !!!!
I couldn't believe it , there I was driving
to town and all at once this strange sound
beaconed from my radio, I was bathed in PURE
SOUPINESS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Im hooked and
I love it !!!!!!!!!!!!!! Keep up the soup work !!
Soup Fan ForevA !!!!!
- Monday, October 25, 1999 at 07:15:10 (PDT)

WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN

WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN

WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN

WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
WE WANT THE SOUP TRAIN
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:41:02 (PDT)

we want the soup train
we want the soup train

we want the soup train
we want the soup train
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:25:45 (PDT)

what if night train and love buzz was about soup train
you knew there was an outhouse in the next car
but didnt want to sit there
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:21:31 (PDT)

I love all you people !

You like the Soup Train , You really, really like it !

Keep on Soupin' it up !

You folks are great!

I speak for all of us at Nixon's Rednecks when I say a great big THANK YOU !

Keep on chanting "We want Soup" and feel free to post Soup Train related Poetry !

It's not a cult, it's just a nifty litle Train full of fun in a world that's gone to hell !

I hope you all stay on the tracks and don't ever stop being cool!

Remember Kids: You can't kill rock n' roll and you can't kill the SOUP TRAIN!!!!!
Ayatollah
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:20:31 (PDT)

I sure do hope this is a regular stop
for the soup train
because I got a ticket
and I am ready to ride some more
got my laptop
and I wanna take my shoes of and look out
the window at the snow and rain
and ride til the last stop
on the soup train
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:19:28 (PDT)

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Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:08:36 (PDT)

I love soup
I ride the train
I want to be
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 22:02:31 (PDT)

I was sick thought I was dyin
what did I could do
you never really heard me
didnt bring me no soup
dont worry
no worrys
I just want to be with you
I got the worst fever
you didnt bring me no soup
I slept sick on the answer
when you was ill
brought tacos for you
dont ever forget
remember
I thought the cure was
you
round the time I removed your ghosts
I bleed and begged you
fuck it
soup soup kitchen
your to pretty to cook
soup soup kitchen
open a can could you
dont really love me
I die everyday for you
soup
wwooooowoooooooo
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 21:57:39 (PDT)

all souped up
yahoo
soup kitchen blues
hiding from dylan
floating near the top
dosed chicken hawk wish bone guessed wieght
a reason to a reason to brand name litigition
lawsuit and two pairs of plans
neal peart brand names
read whats on it on it on it on it
read whats on it
I love my cracker
enriched wheat flour{wheat flour,niacin,re-
duced iron, thiamine mononitrate,riboflavin,
folic acid}partially hydogenated vegetable oil
{contains one or more of the following:canola, cottonseed,palm},salt,soysauce{water,wheat,
soybeans,salt},potassium carbonate,sodium
phosphates,sodium carbonate,turmeric.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 21:50:48 (PDT)

Soup Train News !

Pretynd and I have been in the studio for several months perfecting "The Soup Train" and now it's ready to be released! Do to all the requests, I have added a whole lot more cowbell music to the Soup Train. In fact a cowbell is now part of the overall rhythym section of our band (Nixon's Rednecks)

NIXON's REDNECKS is: Bub (Vocals)
Jayme (Vocals)
Woot (Guitar)
Lil' J (Drums)
Jane (Bass)
and D.J. Uncle Dave

We've shipped the Soup Train single out to radio stations all over the country, so start calling them and say " I Wanna Ride The SOUP TRAIN"

Our 4th Album on Omelette Records, "Sewer Bees in Dried Sh*t Castles" will hit stores on February 24th. You can still get our old CD's at a record store near you:

"We've got Waffles"

"Staying at Rich's"

...and our debut album
"Hurrah , Turrah, and Burrah"

Of course The Video for Soup Train will be on MTV a few weeks before the album comes out. It will feature John Mellencamp as the Engineer who drives the soup train! So set your VCR's now !

Well that's all the news for now. I'd like to thank all of you who have given us construtive criticism and have helped keep the Soup Train dream alive in all our hearts. If it wasn't for you Fine people we wouldn't be the mega-superstars we've become. Thank you all so much. Remember to be good to each other and keep on Ridin' THE SOUP TRAIN !

The Soup Train...

You Love it...
You Hate it....
You'll never forget it...
Ayatollah
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 21:35:58 (PDT)

Yet another looong full weekend
of cowbells and soup trains
my dancing boy tells me he will start
a holy war on me
let him
I cant be in his cult anyway
we were destined to be one
and I dont think he should
lead me
pretynd
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 19:01:05 (PDT)

Myrna
died at 35
in a car crash
in 1997

she visited me last night
in my room
with oceans in her eyes
it was difficult covincing her
she was dead

"youv'e got to go Back, Myrna
God will take good care of you"

don't ever be afraid

Eve
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 16:33:28 (PDT)

To Travis Ray Cole........

Promise me one day,
a guy will write poems like that about me?
Opas Girl
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 12:18:08 (PDT)

....but who am I when you sleep?
do your eyelids censor your truth..
can you twist the needle you say is your cross -
can you bear what you keep?

find your faith before they do
make it precious,make it loved
unlike me...
guess 'we' can't be now..
or ever?
Jenny
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 11:59:07 (PDT)

for sale
1975 Dodge pickup
318 c.i. engine
automatic transmission
new starter
shit box beater runs

400 dollars
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 05:55:38 (PDT)

ssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzz
uuuhhhhhOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPP

HELL YEAH

SOUP TRAIN
what brands name did for soup
a milk bone down the drain
landlord on his knees
wait for the arrow to turn green
rails now mean something
I'm tripping
I'm still sane
I'm still gaming
sell out broth water you can drink
bring your spoon
bring your fork
your own ya all
be my soup baby
soup baby
roadkill
tax me tap into the bowl
sue cambells for a coupon
ring the door bell and run
soupy sales died for mama cass
if you aint on the soup train kiss my ass
work
work
work
welfare television cable
advertise to the crazy
medicated illiness
work
work
work
buy a bank account
just add water
freeze out
last stop
last call
ring a ding a ling
order chinese
won ton baby
work
work
work it now
drink my soup
eat your cracker baby
soup it till its dry
soup be all mine
work
work
work
get in the kitchen and bang on those pots and pans
soup steam engine
chuga chuga
your ingredent
I'm in line
freeze dried
canning ham bone do the ham bone baby
fry the fat
ham bone
salt and pepper and your sister
taste the soup from her lips
pressure cooker action
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 24, 1999 at 05:50:06 (PDT)

OH DO
everpresent
never waning
self infliated
pus filled
shadowy pain
shallow depths
of
everspreading
never fading
crawling darkly
weakening shadows
growing swiftly
aching deeply
peircing deftly
stabbing slowly
loud loud pain
scream my dear and scream loudly
oh do oh do
blecch blecch on you my pretty pretty
shallow girl
cry my dear oh please oh please cry my dear
OH DO!
EVIL YOU SAY? I LAUGH STRANGE?
OH DO OH DO

TO MAGGIE YOU PRETTY PRETTY SHALLOW GIRL
CALEB
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 17:01:23 (PDT)

OH DO
everpresent
never waning
self infliated
pus filled
shadowy pain
shallow depths
of
everspreading
never fading
crawling darkly
weakening shadows
growing swiftly
aching deeply
peircing deftly
stabbing slowly
loud loud pain
scream my dear and scream loudly
oh do oh do
blecch blecch on you my pretty pretty
shallow girl
cry my dear oh please oh please cry my dear
OH DO!
EVIL YOU SAY? I LAUGH STRANGE?
OH DO OH DO
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 17:00:15 (PDT)

Ummm, i don't get the whole soup train thing... or the cowbell thing.... i guess I live too far out in the sticks. we use a cowbell to cheer at football games!
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 16:27:24 (PDT)

I hate the soup train!!!
it is the most awful thing imaginable!!
I hope that the soup train dies in the fashion in which
it was created
HORRIBLNESS
and cow bells are stupid anyway
do you really want to sit and listen to a whole solo
done on a COWBELL?????
Boring!!!
Pretynd and Ayatollah
you deserve to DIE
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 09:25:22 (PDT)

SOUPEY DOUPEY TO THE BANG BANG BOOGIE UP JUMP THE SOUPIE!
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 07:04:49 (PDT)

Please put the second cowbell solo back in the soup train song
I recently heard it both with and with out and
it is not the same I liked it better the original way
it just ain't natrual
Jimmy Stir{the outlaw}
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 00:07:01 (PDT)

I love the soup train
my favorite part is the intro
where you can almost hear the cow bell echoing
Jimmy Stir{the outlaw}
- Saturday, October 23, 1999 at 00:02:29 (PDT)

The Soup Train is not a cult!

However the Cowbell solo will not removed from this hit song that is sweeping the nation

I respect Cowbell music in all it's forms and am honored to have a Cowbell solo in our song.

Thank You All

...and remember kids: " You can't kill rock n' roll and you can't kill the SOUP TRAIN"
Ayatollah
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 16:25:00 (PDT)

I bleed as if this wound were fresh
oh no boy
youve been leaving me
for years now
when you walked in I knew you
were leaving
so why should I hurt when your gone?
dont slip in my blood
just move on
pretynd
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 10:34:29 (PDT)

Guys the SOUP TRAIN
stays as it is
I amd ayatollah are the creators of
SOUP TRAIN
however he wrote the music
THE COWBELL SOLO WILL REMAIN IN THE SONG
and to all those people out there just wondering about the SOUP TRAIN
I will tell you
It is not a dance craze
It is not a dance at all
It is a way of life
some may THINK that it is a cult practice
but however they are wrong
I urge you to pick up hte nearest noise maker
start singing
and hop aboard the SOUP TRAIN
its got more soul than any of us
a TRAIN full of SOUPY doupy soul
can I get a hell yeah for all those climbing aboard?
Pretynd
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 10:30:42 (PDT)

hi guys
I have been expermienting with the sounds of my cowbell
and have found by heating and stretcing the metal
I can get different tones
what is the desired tone used to condition the
dogs?
and what is the proper tempture
to stretch brass and what is the proper tempture for copper

I am also into cowbell art
and have bonded two seperate cowbells together
just to see if I could do it
I have photos if anyone is interested
lone ranger III
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:59:58 (PDT)

I think soup train is fine like it is
in fact I wish there was more cowbell music throughout
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:52:28 (PDT)

cowbell poetry will never last
its a passing craze
it'll never catch on
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:49:13 (PDT)

I dont think its right to make fun of the cowboys
even if they did lose

when I was young
my favorite time of the day was when that fat cook would ring the cowbell
and we would all ride in from tending
the cattle
and eat beans under the stars
and think about how much money we would get if we got the job done
and someday settle down just outside of town
with that little blonde mental health care worker
and raise up a family of our own
maybe
someday condition our younguns
to to cowbell
like my ma and pa before me
seanile adkins
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:46:58 (PDT)

excuse me
could you tell me where i could find out the history of the cow bell and why it got its name
the inventor and any other related info
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:39:03 (PDT)

the conditioning of pets and tame-ing of animals
should be considered brain washing
to manipulate an animal into performing tricks for treats
whats next humans?
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:30:30 (PDT)

to whom it may concern

cow bell music has been a part of my life for a very long time and anyone who does not understand something
should not critize it

if you piss with the big dogs
stay away from the fire hydrant
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:26:15 (PDT)

can you keep it down I got a car full of sleeping dogs
they wont let them on the train
so if you dont mind
for me the millinium god and aldolph hitler
and bing crosby
please remove the cowbell solo
from the new dance craze "soup train"
or if you could give me information
on learning to accept cowbell music
I remember way back in the late sixtys when
George harrison quit the beatles
and gave eric clapton his wife
and went to wyoming to study cow bell music
but I was taught not to join cults
all the time I was growing up
and as a learning bonus
I seen that dont join a cult episoide
of boy meets world
61 times and if you noticed they did'nt have any cowbells
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:20:43 (PDT)

The inside of my heart and mind
a picture of you from some time
wish that you could be mine
theres no one like joelle

Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 04:09:29 (PDT)

words

Oh?! are you here for the beauty contest?
Anonymous
- Friday, October 22, 1999 at 00:49:54 (PDT)

!EM PLEH
Al
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 20:36:41 (PDT)

I am NOT Crazy !
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 20:34:41 (PDT)

Lips stretched back
from the smile on his brave face
slowly
as if the other words hadn't been enough
to break him

surely I'm not the only one
I'm not the only one who can hear you

every night your angel sits by my bed
and cries itself to sleep
long after you and I have talked
There is so much you haven't said
That I already know

Don't cry, Tristan
Don't cry

Eve
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 19:56:41 (PDT)

LONG LIVE THE SOUP TRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOOOOO SHIT
The SOUP TRAIN lives FOREVER
its all those damn swedish underground pop groups I tell you!!!
they got us on ... and we dont wanna leave
EVER
The SOUP TRAIN is in me
The SOUP TRAIN is me
I am the SOUP TRAIN

you and me bub we know how to ride

THE SOUP TRAIN
The SOUP TRAIN is one of those CRAZY
occults our parents will try to tell us
ooohhh but we know better
the SOUP TRAIN is life
and I dont EVER EEHHHEEEVER want to
get of this one

You and me
Pretynd
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 13:17:25 (PDT)

Crazy?

I was crazy once.
They put me in a cell.
I died there,
and the rats ate my bones..

Rats?

Rats are crazy.
Crazy?

I was crazy once.

josh
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 08:42:46 (PDT)

Wooo Woooooo

Chugga chugga chugga

Woo Wooooo

" Attention passengers! We are leaving the station"

Chugga chugga Chugga Chugga

I'm Ridin'.....

I'm Ridin'

I'm Ridin'

oh yeah..........Oh Yeah !

Come on Baby !

It's time once again for everyone to climb aboard the SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUP TRAIN !

Soup Train , Soup Train, Soup Train ,I'm ridin' on the Soup Train Soup Doopy Doop train!

Biddy biddy bow to the bop bop bop diggy

Dingy dingy ding to the biddy biddy Bow

Soup Train Soup Train Bow Wow Wow!!!

Soupy soupy Train Train Soup
Soup train in my brain , soup train is the game, soup train all the way, Soup Train Wainy To the break of DAY

Soupy doupy Train Rain Pain
Soup Soup Soup Soup Soup Soup
Train Train Train Train Train...TRAIN!!!!!!!

-------------Cowbell Solo-----------------------------

Train Train... SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP TRAIN, SOUP Mutha Truckin' Triz-aaaaaaaaaiiiiiin!

Bop bop dippy
bap diddy wap
soupy doopy dop to the bop bop bop!

I say Soup....

Soup....

Soup.....

I say

Soup...Soup...Soup

I say Soup...SOUP TRAIN !

When I say Soup, You say Train

Soup!_____________

When I say Soup ,you say Train

Soup!____________

(Ladies only) Soup!____________

(now the guys) Soup!___________

Ain't no party like a soup Train party, Cause a Soup Train party don't stop!

Bop bop dippy
bop diddy Bop Bop
soupy doopy doo to the bop bop bop!
Soupy Soupy Soupy Dee and a Soupy Soupy DAH!

I'm riding on the soup train...and I'm riding right now...I'm riding the soup train and I don't even know how...Soup Train is runnin through my veins...Soup Train has taken over Your Brain!

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUU-OOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU-OOOOOOOOOUUUUU-OOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU-OOOUUUUUP..........

TRAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIII- Yay yay yay YAAAAAIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN...........

(AUDIENCE ERUPTS IN A HUGE ROAR)

" THANK YOU for riding the Soup Train, please remain seated until the Soup train has come to a complete stop"

Chugga chugga chugga chugga...chug-a...chugggggg...

WOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooo.......

You can't kill Rock and Roll, and you can't kill the Soup Train!
Ayatollah
- Thursday, October 21, 1999 at 00:46:34 (PDT)

NO ONE MESSES WITH MY PEOPLE
and she will perish in hell for doing so
IN HELL

"Over bridges like the river was a dream dream
over bridges like the river was a dream dream"
Pretynd
- Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 18:45:46 (PDT)

Hello,everybody:

This is my first time to visit this "net"(sorry,I don't know how to say it),I feel comfortable here, I think I should let you know this.
It's good!
Because my English is pool, I hope you can understand what I mean. See you next time, Bye!!
Moonlight
- Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 12:29:27 (PDT)

this is a most unsanitary fork
she says as she
stirs her spaghetti noodles joyfully
all aboard they will call and sing
were goin on the soup train
soup train
soup train
Pretynd
- Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 06:45:04 (PDT)

plumeting, spiraling, soaring, all under
your spell, I am.
Milandra
- Tuesday, October 19, 1999 at 16:42:46 (PDT)

some people lost some found i like to pee on the
GROUND!

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 19, 1999 at 11:18:37 (PDT)

Some people come into our lives and and only stay for a
short time. Those are the ones that leave footprints on our HEARTS!
Ms. Merissa
- Tuesday, October 19, 1999 at 11:13:23 (PDT)

Jeg elsker dig
Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 21:29:57 (PDT)

Water of the moon
Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 21:20:48 (PDT)

Your body melted me.......this has gotta stop.

Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 17:08:44 (PDT)

A Crush?

hmmmmmmmmm

Anonymous
- Monday, October 18, 1999 at 02:40:16 (PDT)

rollin
gotta keep rollin
tryin goin
keep gotta keep movin
{wind}
ok find myself
gotta keep going
keep on going
look what'll never be

"free you"
I believe in free speech
...but they don't

whats waiting on the other side
stab me in the back
steal a lie
the other side
wasted words described to me

"empty on you"
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"Words to waste{make me beg}"
12 bar blues in E

I stand up to fall right down
you dont even lie to me
cant be found

you never did yeah I believed
you never did ever love me

I broke in heart
stop to bleed
the end of love
a dying star
wont make me beg
thoughts of you
{slide}
right into me rip it out rip it out
ten tomorrows
dye with me
a love like ours
theres no use
my heart wont bleed
you never did
cant you see
you never did
love only me

and a reason gone
I finally see
ripped right into
killed way
I tried to think
some blues
Travis Cole

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 23:33:18 (PDT)

Ok, Mr. J.F.N.H.

Mr. "Can you bake spagetti?"

Mr. "She is the living art of..."

And Oh God

You know I love that part

You know, you know

Some things just exist still

You just have to believe

people are never further apart

than they think they are

see???

It's no big deal

I'll catch you on the flip-side

and it'll be great

promise

Anonymous
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 19:23:26 (PDT)

the moon was our mirrorball..
the air between us so thick you could taste the smell of our auras melting..
your eyes infiltrating
{the moon was our mirrorball}
releasing my soul

breaths like whirlwinds
we shared
words pouring like poetry
filling pages upon pages of my heart
soft white lunar rays
limelighting love like passion
your eyes held me..
your touch saw me..
your kisses completed me..
{the moon was our mirrorball}
our souls dancing rings of fire
entwining
the moon was our mirrorball
you were my dream.
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 18:38:57 (PDT)

For those about to rock
What ya want?
You know you're Judas
And I'm your priest
What I got is not from the least
Bring it to the stage in the rage of the beast
Step in the arena and break the walls down

Awaken from a deep sleep
And you're all weak
You're living in the agony of defeat
I am the master of what you call you

Step into the light and then ya know
Your heart beat is the only sound
You were stopped and dropped by the one you know

Big Sal E. Graziano
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 15:48:27 (PDT)

***
naked
empty
completed
washed away
stranded
loved
lost
***

K.
- Sunday, October 17, 1999 at 15:07:20 (PDT)

I hate the way I write

I hate the world in which I live
I hate the way I have to give
I hate the way I have to walk
I hate the way I have to talk
I hate the way you look at me
I hate the person I have to be
I hate the way I cry at night
I hate the way that I must fight
I hate myself because of you
I bet you didn't know it
You didn't have a clue
Lara
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 09:17:34 (PDT)

That skinny little bitch better not tell my cousin anything

I'd be forced to kill them both
Bub
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 01:57:45 (PDT)

Will it ever eh...eh...eehhhhh EVER Happen?

I guess I'll figure it out next summer
Or sooner if I'm lucky
But then again...

Who am I kidding?

Oh well I'm used to this by now

Ayatollah
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 01:55:52 (PDT)

FOR SALE
1975 Dodge pick-up
318 automatic runs
400 dollars
Or Best Offer
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:41:45 (PDT)

lines to get you nowhere

Hey,Got any pictures of your SISTER?
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:39:54 (PDT)

lines that dont get thru to me

1. Don't you remember me?

and the question and answer
2. Excuse the way I look,I just got out of the hospital

should reply
A you look alright to me
B whats wrong with you?
C I can cure you
{do not mention the cure is with magnets}
D both A and B
E none of the above
F all of the above
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:34:37 (PDT)

lies from nowhere
=================

Your to pretty to cook.
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 16, 1999 at 00:29:38 (PDT)

I felt so completed
but now I'm only choking on your tongue
when we kiss
Anonymous
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:16:13 (PDT)

FANTASY
I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:14:02 (PDT)

Fantasy

I want you
Oh animal of despair
Bleed your tasteful liquids
Deep into my placid dreams
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside-out
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy land
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:07:51 (PDT)

Pinta
"stay dry" I said
I said can't crack your code jargon
lexicon
I'm not supposed to be
In your wide open mead
Just screen through and watch it fall
Combing through one inch of
confidance
it's only your locality
stepped over to your territory
looked back
and felt my footing
burn

don't you dare ever question my capacity
I am able
waiting
waiting
to sink

Eve
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 22:06:35 (PDT)

Fantasy

I want you
Oh animal of despair
To bleed your tasteful liquids
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despair
Bite me hard
Touch me inside
Oh animal of despair
Lead me through your fantasy
Steal my fruitful seed
Oh animal of despair
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 21:55:53 (PDT)

Fantasy

I want you
Oh animal of despaire
To bleed your liquids into my existence
Take me to your forbidden place
Oh animal of despaire
Bite me hard
Kiss me inside
Cry out my name
Oh animal of despaire
Lead me through your fantasy
Steal my fruitful seeds
Oh animal of despaire
Let me be your prey.
Lara
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 21:50:42 (PDT)

Little J
The trangressions have come and taken
little as what we give to them
they will take back the overlap
remember when you promised me I wouldnt lose you too?
I knew then it was as empty as it is now
Dont .... Please dont fail to see the people around you
who love you
all of us
dont let some short lived relationship
over come you
you are the strongest person I know
and I dont think I wouls bear
losing you
Please keep your promise?
Pretynd
- Friday, October 15, 1999 at 10:13:28 (PDT)

Tell Me
From time to time I find myself amazed
That you can love a person like myself
I have so many meadows still ungrazed
Yet all my pictures still sit on your shelf

I sit and think of all the times we've shared
Times of laughter, times of teary nights
Our countless days of love, and feeling scared
That we will fall apart without our light

Tell me dear friend, do you still feel the love
That was so strong, that burned by me and you?
I need to know, I pray to god above
That you still burn for me so strong and true

I feel so happy with you by my side
Just hoping you're not shifting like the tide.
eyes open
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 19:15:46 (PDT)

get boiled
get a little washed
get a little tidal

get hot
Eve
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 10:28:55 (PDT)

Just who are you ???
I swear
Why me?
I am just some ugly fat stupid bitch
who doesnt need a stalker
jesus christ
I am afraid to stay in one place to long
or to be alone ever
I wish my cerfew was earlier almost
just so I wouldnt have to drive home in the dark
with you on my ass
jesus christ
why?
Pretynd
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 09:41:10 (PDT)

Cool Me too !
Hopelss Romantic Email me
rdu3@hotmail.com
Ayatollah
- Thursday, October 14, 1999 at 01:55:45 (PDT)

"Who was that masked man?"

And god must have wanted us to look that way
to she the charcter he would display
he is so confusing
DRIVING
looking out thru the little eye holes
fooling us all
hes so many faces
hes a man of many faces
drama
dogma
who the fuck cares
red face red man horns
he is satan
he really is
hes a man of many masks
theater
he has that santa hat the christmas pooh shirt
not to be confused with opra
and he always drives the bat mobile wearing
his assorted gorrilla masks

A MAN OF MANY DISGUIESES
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 23:47:50 (PDT)

they are all our dogs
the dogs of doomless war and peace
they are in all our cars
now
and until we name them after elvis and
the memphis grease recipe micheal jackson is out there
running thru corn fields naked stealing the dogs
and little cats please stop him before its to late
theres a bo0ot for his @ roger that theres a dognapping in the progress
please let the animals run free said the pet store blood donor
how gosh darned much
how come
value for values sake
how much
what will god do to the animals if he locks them in the cars to be safe for y the k two
dont make me come down there
no animals where hurt during the filmless editing of this episode of chimps
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 23:37:32 (PDT)

I don't know what to say...
My heart will keep beating
But it will be far away, with him
What a way to live

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 21:47:56 (PDT)

I am completely obsessed with tom petty.. at least that's what everyone I know tells me... don't worry,i don't blame you, i was just all excited over seeing some of his stuff here...
Hopless Romantic
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 21:34:29 (PDT)

Disapointing words
From careless mouths
Expecting to much
Expecting to give to little
In a world so selfish
That's all I know
That's all I expect
From a mouth like yours.
Lara
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 19:52:09 (PDT)

Heavy gates and withered levers,
Stale freight and melting feathers.

------------------- & --------------------
Nights of never-rest
------------------- & --------------------
Stagnating breast
------------------- & --------------------
The fathering time
------------------- & --------------------
The watching lines
------------------- & --------------------

Feeble and vengeful fumble flight,
ignored and blind as the off-night.

Z
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 17:55:33 (PDT)

He's leaving you
good as gone
except that he was never there
doesnt matter to me
in fact I hate you
though you will never know
And I dont even care at all
he can never be mine anyway

Plyna
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 13:50:01 (PDT)

Just who the FUCK do you think
you are????
huh??
You follow me around
You steal my dog
You wash my dog
You return my dog
You poor chalk around my car
You watch me ever so blatantly
You lock my dogs and cats in my car
and I think you have even invaded me here
well get a new fucking hobby ok?

fucking son of a bitch
Pretynd
- Wednesday, October 13, 1999 at 13:46:07 (PDT)

yeah well
so, on second thought
maybe I just want this to work
maybe I just want to drown
get boiled
get a little tidal
get a little washed

get hot
in pens and many late night joes

in the only force that combines you and me
Eve
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 09:30:23 (PDT)

"call the police"

I cant sit and watch everything you do
I got a life
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:37:52 (PDT)

she is so real where your in the wind like a ghost
with thoughts to feel
and more reasons not
I told you about feelings
and even thoughts
an inspiration to me
my thoughts of her are warm

it could never be
a love worth life to me
a happiness
in dues unpaid blues in mind

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:34:40 (PDT)

she is so real where your in the wind like a ghost
with thoughts to feel
and more reasons not
I told you about feelings
and even thoughts
an inspiration to me
my thoughts of her a warm

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:28:59 (PDT)

"Forevers a long time"

No one could ever love me
noone could ever know me
noone could understand
understand
no one could ever love me
no one could learn to know me
no one really can
no one even knows me
no one could ever love me
with a heart that no one notices
never really love me
and I mean no one can

Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:26:03 (PDT)

watch spot run see spot jump
Anonymous
- Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 06:18:01 (PDT)

im connected to your connection
even trade a little bit of coffee
for internet selection
im connected to your connection
no more northern lights in the woods by the sea
my baby dont love me you me me

BLAH BLAH BLAH
blah blah blah
BLAH BLAH BLAH
{opera}

write your words to you
write your words to you
write your words to you
write your words to you
write your words to you
im not going to quit because you cal
write your words to you

stick your nose up you ass
stick your nose up your ass
rip off rip off
and hey
you dont love me?
you dont care?
cheaTing on me any everywhere?
everything i write is to you
i only write to you
you know i do
you know its true
we dont exist
the pschology of fear
give me something

Anonymous
- Monday, October 11, 1999 at 07:05:57 (PDT)

hell opened up and releashed the burning mass of demon
mind feed on hatred full of rule
knowing only the thought they sholved down your throat
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 10, 1999 at 22:22:37 (PDT)

Broken
Drained, dying. Drowning in pools of sorrow.
Feeling the fear paralyze my limbs.
So near the surface, feeling my fingertips
break the surface, only to sink back.
The depths of sorrow swallowing me, pulling down.
Fighting to bring even a breath of air.
I can see the clouds swollen with tears unshed.
There seems no end to my pain.
My illusions gone, shattered like fragile glass.
The pie in the sky broken.
Grounded, chained in coffins, for life eternal.
Drained, dying.
Drowned in a pool of despaire.
Daevin Ladeck
- Sunday, October 10, 1999 at 20:30:35 (PDT)

I'M NOT TRYING TO TAKE TOM PETTY'S SPOTLIGHT

I WAS INTOXICATED AND DIDN'T GIVE HIM CREDIT !!!!
Those "poems" I posted were not original
Tom Petty wrote them !
TOM PETTY IS COOLER THAN ME ANY DAY !!!

I love Tom Petty

oops I will give him credit from now on, Hopeless romantic !

You must kick ass if you dig Tom Petty too
Ayatollah
- Sunday, October 10, 1999 at 01:04:31 (PDT)

Feed me
Make it hurt
Make me bleed
I am need
Your Barren seed

Sweet Wine of my inspiration
don't leave
lead me
don't leave

need me
Don't leave

The wrath of co-dependency
Jane
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 23:51:55 (PDT)

Bleach BLEACH
BLEACH bleach
BLEACH bLEACH
bLEACH bleach
LOOKS
LOOKS
LOOKS
CLEAN
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 20:53:19 (PDT)

depress me with the great adventure of how the
brother from brotherly
love we all got to stick together cause its still coming together
peace baby
how he sells you
you sell yourself
and steal my dying nothing of a heartless soul
seeing you looking good in the dirt
of the filth of the scum
whats a girl like you doing in a place like this I could never love innonence again
and you are not the blame
Anonymous
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 20:49:18 (PDT)

Angel of despair
You find your solace in the shadows
you live off people and their fears
all you see are shades of darkness
im the one who sees your tears
your my angel of despair
with colored wings and golden hair
i kiss you lips, your cheeks so fair
your my angel of despair
you pull me down into your lair
with blackened walls, your world of flare
i love this moment that we share
my sweet angel of despair

to my beautiful angel. I love you maggie.

~Caleb

Caleb Evans
- Saturday, October 09, 1999 at 14:31:25 (PDT)

I don't want your fucking script you
dick
can't you take a damn hint?
Eve
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 23:40:21 (PDT)

freedom contained{risk of thought}

As the garden burned and the pawns are forced to move
security is cast out with momentary regression
a reason is that all you ask
it is you that makes the dice roll and spin
calling out the numbers

as the leaves fell in time
the clock moved ringing out an answer
laughing at hell and the innocent unknowing war
not noticing love but marking nothing in circles
orbiting each others lone premiter stealing
the thoughts you spit out into conciousness
relining the stomichs of surrounding citys

as a parrelle you cheat on anything from a
slight glance to a dirty look leaving the glass
half empty apoigizing to your stereotyped lies
lies you would love to believe about me
and I would die to make them true
if only you could be happy

travis ray cole
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 22:43:51 (PDT)

Och Aye said the noo
bagpipes, haggis and tartan
Scottish Dave is around
His head is quite spartan
William The Burglar
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 19:10:57 (PDT)

Anthony, Anthony,
you're crippled and smelly
but I'll empty my balls
deep in your belly.
William The Burglar
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 16:33:17 (PDT)

Come is said young Paul
Under the glare
Now we are three
Time for Lucky Pierre
Slope
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 15:54:27 (PDT)

Young Paul came to work
He was happy and free
Although he upset the bosses
With his anal tomfoolery
Slope
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 15:52:16 (PDT)

You're left with a taste that's rather bitter
When you extract your tongue from Oxley's shitter
Sloep
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 15:50:48 (PDT)

Thanks Merlin!!!
Santa your a God
Seven of spades
Seven of spades
Pretynd
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 13:45:04 (PDT)

Ox took to work his rather large dinner
And ate it all off his yellow dish
He used the fork in an interesting fashion
He plunged it into his anal starfish
Slope
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 13:09:35 (PDT)

I'm at work
and so is Simon
But he's without
his anal hyman.
William the Burglar
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 13:07:03 (PDT)

Hello Michael
Eve
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 07:38:07 (PDT)

"Stealing Dying Roses and Whispered Kisses"

Take back tomorrow

I live in a world of hell
and still shit down satans throat
would you read back to me
my lovely regilious note

all I see
she is everything
lust love my only dream
your sister is love to me

and take away everything
or call on time
theres hatred in your veins
off balance in your skies eyes

why are you the one that seems
like the only devil to me
why are you the end that does'nt end
sabatoge sabatoge to me
my dream fantasy

all I see
she is everything
lust love my only dream
your sister is love to me
RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT

Shut the fuck up
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 06:19:15 (PDT)

Lies to get you nowhere....

If you marry me I'll buy you a camaro
Anonymous
- Friday, October 08, 1999 at 06:08:46 (PDT)

EVE’S CUP

Her scent;
enmasse of sempiternal life

Her mouth;
to lure, entice

Erotic ascertain of sincerity sweet nectar
endowed for only him

Eve’s taste;
enrapture to stimulate
his enfever appetite of wanton desires

Entirely climax;
to forget his sorrows
his pain
his adversities

Withen Ainge
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 20:23:58 (PDT)

"Tranquil Forest"

Walking through a forest of gold
Endless stories of old unfold
A crisp cloudless sky bears the bright yellow sun
White-tailed rabbits go from a sprint, to a run
An easy flowing river of crystals runs true
And fades away down the forest trail, this tranquility belongs to you
A bird stands alone in aging tree
Singing the most beautiful song for thee
I walk alone, smiling, thinking of this tranquility made for me
Beleriand Astarael
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 18:12:49 (PDT)

Id just like to say HEY! To AYATOLLAH cuz she quoted tom petty and try to deny it! Tom Petty is awesome! I saw his concert! So don't even try to fool me! :)
Hopeless Romantic
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 17:20:01 (PDT)

You say you need me,
You say you want me,
You don't say you love me,
Love is what I need.

I can't live without you,
I did for a day,
I am still living,
I kinda enjoyed myself.

Is there anything wrong with that?
Wanting time alone?
All we do is be together,
and spend time on the phone.

This is just wrong,
I don't want to hurt you,
but it hurts me in not doing that,
nothing is right, no one is not hurt, let the pain end.

No One Special
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 17:05:08 (PDT)

running amok
the world in a syringe
untold hopes, soft told lingering
the blasting & wasting of mind
underminning the hopes
silklaced porcelain & drowning cups
subtle angst and vacuum drops
a fractured snout & the all about
the ripping the slow stripping
hooks, claim there skin
undressing the world,
the hope in loss
the loss of
to much all to much
save my world from me
fumbling wings beneath the;
eraze me, delete me, unsubscribe me,
slow strangulation, garroting, golden rope
tired so tired & tired so tired, tired of being tired
sleep, peaceful and idle sleep, sleep within the sleep.

Z
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 11:41:38 (PDT)

There is no God in heaven
There is no religious relief,
There is no God in heaven
There is but one in me.

There is no God in heaven
Theres non to set you free;
There is no God in heaven
There is but a sphered tree.

There is no God in heaven
There is nothing but a need;
There is no God in heaven
There is no heavenly breed.

There is no God in heaven
There is a nothing to seek;
There is no God in heaven
but the reflecting inlets of thee.

Z
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 10:46:38 (PDT)

Demon song

Breather
Occupator
Shaper

The devil's watching every pace you make

Cruel dancer
Liberator
Fling out your arms and take Him in

Proceeder
Dominion & Power

Loather
Laugher
The black hole in my mind

{Mercury in my veins
Ticking in my head
Rattler under my bed}

Seer
Locator
Focus & Delight

While I'm asleep you attend me
Wide awake pretend me

Breather
Strangler
Deliverer & Unborn child

Feaster
Trickster
Scalded and twisted
Steel wings
mind of His own

Caller
Chanter
The dark eye
The light

Harsh lover
&
Processor

Obsessor
Breather

Fly me

K.
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 08:24:23 (PDT)

Thank you for humoring me, Zodiac..
romance...
thanks for the laugh,
I needed that.

Eve
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 08:24:04 (PDT)

The days went by like paper in the wind
Everything changed, then changed again

Ayatollah
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 01:21:37 (PDT)

It's time to move on

Time to get goin

What lies ahead I have no way of knowin

But under my feet baby

Grass is growin

It's time to move on

Time to get goin
Anonymous
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:55:40 (PDT)

You were the one who made things different
You were the one who took me in
You were the one thing I could count on
Above all you were my friend
Seige
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:53:20 (PDT)

It's wake up time
Time to open up your eyes
and rise
and shine
Avatar
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:49:46 (PDT)

You spend your life dreaming
Running around in a trance
You hang out forever and still miss the dance
You were so cool back in high school, What happened?
You were so sure not to have your spirits dampened

But now you're just a poor boy alone in this world

...and if he gets lucky the boy finds a girl to help him to shoulder the pain in this world
Wildflower
- Thursday, October 07, 1999 at 00:48:37 (PDT)

lines to get you nowhere

ofcoarse I'll marry you and your sister,
but I think we gotta move to utah

can you make speggitti?

I need an extra policy on you
just incase something Happens.

if we get married,can I get my teeth fixed?

Are you still going to cheat on me when we get married?

If you was a guitar,What kind would you be?

it isnt you its me

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 06, 1999 at 22:54:27 (PDT)

lines to get you nowhere

you smell better than a pizza

can I live in your car?

Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 06, 1999 at 22:41:10 (PDT)

Sitting on my toilet
Surrounded my my own stench
I think of you
Anonymous
- Wednesday, October 06, 1999 at 21:45:36 (PDT)

Gefühle Filz, aber, weit von die Vergangenheit, immer nah an Gefühl die Schmerz, Speicher noch nie auch vergessen gehen zum Letzten, Traurigkeit, Verrücktheit, Zorn über Glauben hinaus, gibt es Leben nach Liebe, aber noch tremble ich ohne Ihre Arme, um mich anzuhalten
Le feutre de sentiments, mais toujours oublié, jamais trop loin du passé, toujours près de la sensation la douleur, mémoires vont au bout, tristesse, la folie, colère au delà de croyance, il y a la vie après l'amour, mais je tremble toujours sans vos bras pour me tenir
Feelings felt, but still forgotten, never too far from the past, always close to feel the pain, memories are going to last, sadness, madness, anger beyond belief, there is life after love, but still i tremble without your arms to hold me

A Non, y miss?
- Tuesday, October 05, 1999 at 15:41:09 (PDT)

pull back the lace and taste the wine
the sacrifice, the soul sublime
bodies turning, they entertwine
grasping holding, a feeling divine.

the honey has begun to run,
so sweet, so sticky, lovely one
do not stop nor linger my love,
oooo.. I coo for you like the dove.

fill the empty chasm there
crazy dancing woman faire
run your fingers through my hair
giving in is what we share.

the work musn't stop til the job is done
can not hold it longer love,
come here, come there, lover come
look in my eyes my love
I come...
sharon
- Tuesday, October 05, 1999 at 06:06:56 (PDT)

Yes, I know I have an inquisitive mind.
And it's supposed to be considered a good thing
why, to you, is it such a crime?
I am mean
off white cream
an icky sting
a nasty chicken wing
a taxing dream
a monstous thing
a booger fling
nothing

I deserve hell
I smell
I fell
your arms were scared and let me drop
plop plop plop

It's fine, I deserved it
i am not worth it
This is a disgrace
Sorry

I ask a lot of questions
It gets on everyone's nerves.
But hey, it could be worse...
Atleast I'm not a perve:)

Jane
- Tuesday, October 05, 1999 at 00:08:47 (PDT)

For thoust this pain fills the void
and trickles of reasons fallen loose from frail veins
Small droplets of thou life;
coloring earth with redness sweet
Tasting the bareness with young virgin touch

Withen Ainge

withen ainge
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 22:26:59 (PDT)

For thoust this pain fills the void
and trickles of reasons fallen loose from frail veins
Small droplets of thou life;
coloring earth with redness sweet
Tasting the bareness with young virgin touch

withen ainge
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 22:24:06 (PDT)

Why is every last pleasure so
volatile?
Eve
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 17:29:01 (PDT)

The longing for wasted days,
& straight walking, through the clearing haze.
Re-entered & slithering through the whomb,
mighty-mighty-mighty, on nothing-fumes.

Demon climbed for a sight to see,
The divider that ended in the eve.
Skrying within & thus upon the undefined,
sweet-sweet-sweet, is the borderline.

A wrongful unfolding to undo,
the melting grids, of the self subdued.
Heavely traveled paths to overcome,
falling-stalling-calling, the suspended undone.

The panic minding upon the stairs,
&
the flickering shades of the never there´s,
the mad vibraitions of the trancendent names,
freeing-seeing-being, within the insane frames.

Z
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 07:12:26 (PDT)

"Lie to Yourself"

My Raven,all eyes
look at me
you know love from waste
you know what it takes
you know me
I know you do
to wait
wait
is life a lie
a black cat to walk thru a shadow
a memorie to lie to and light a candle for
a darkness that is strengh giving power to life
if this is life
our love un noted
un noticed
pronounced love
in love with life
a lie I like
where are you destiny
my heart whispers into the wind
your love would hear love
if you let it

..................
void tomorrow

Copyright{c}1999

Travis Ray Cole
- Monday, October 04, 1999 at 01:25:54 (PDT)

VVVV (sorry,that last entry was me) VVVV

Eve
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 19:47:01 (PDT)

gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgottagivetogetgottagivetoget
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gottagivetogetgotta I givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta FINALLY givetogetgivevetoget
gottagivetogetgotta LOST givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta ALL givetogetgottagivetoget
gottagivetogetgotta OF givetogetgottagivetoget
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Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 19:44:18 (PDT)

would you stand in the v of the tree
for me
if i were to ask
bouncing before you
and do you really think of me
when you are there
when you are
up there
or have I really been
catagorized
compartmentalized
so far away as it seems
cant you see what i really mean
with our fast cars
country roads
and endless time
I refuse to be a time slot
not with you
God not with you
and perhaps my reaction cannot
be rationalized
but no one
ever saw me
as me
as you have
and I have never felt
so safe as
with you
with me
so tell me ....
what is it you cant see?
abbots are generally right
agression is lacking
and you were never supposed
to leave me
I was coming next year
go ahead though

go to Florida State
Pretynd
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 18:57:09 (PDT)

Rob

Van

Dam
RVD
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 16:47:40 (PDT)

...still falling...

Like a house of cards
in stormy weather
like the last clothes
from the strippers body
like the leaves
a glowing autumn afternoon
like an angel
without feathers

falling
falling
falling
falling for you

K.
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 14:53:33 (PDT)

Thanx for the weekend baby :o)
z
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 07:32:35 (PDT)

a frosted bulb
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:33:06 (PDT)

>>
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:32:35 (PDT)

tits and ass tits and ass
how about looking for a pretty face
I can't imagine how that chicken youv'e got is going to look
over a candlelit dinner
Then again I guess your'e never really gonna see her face tonight..

how sad
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:31:57 (PDT)

one day he's gonna have to look for real friends
and it's going to hurt when he cant find one

Then again, what the hell is a REAL friend..?
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:28:45 (PDT)

would I look as faithful if I had a cleaver in my hand
would I seem as loyal with a rifle on my back

maybe I'll just pull out one of these arrows..
Anonymous
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 06:26:04 (PDT)

http://pages.hotbot.com/arts/poemamatic/index.html
travis cole
- Sunday, October 03, 1999 at 00:27:14 (PDT)

Have you looked around?
Did you see the Fairwell Blossoms ?
Winter is upon us !
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 18:04:31 (PDT)

FUCK
why did you not tell me you had a girlfriend
before I went down on you

you just wanted your cake and wanted it
eaten
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 15:24:33 (PDT)

Eve,

You write the most interesting stuff, I love it !!
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 09:32:20 (PDT)

Rolled outta bed only to step in catshit.....oh well.
Anonymous
- Friday, October 01, 1999 at 09:29:33 (PDT)

Imidazolidynil Urea, Dimethicone, Methylparaben, Propylparaben, Carauba Wax, Glycerine, PEG-40,
carbomer
carbomer
carbomer
carbomer
Acrylates copolymer, Citric acid, Dioctyl Sodium,
Salicylic Acid, Xanthan Gum, MONOFLUOROPHOSPHATE,
Sodium Saccharin, Hydrated Silica,Sorbitol and your related
polypols

YOUR MOTHER'S AN ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR
collect all 5 of me
come in different colors and textures
only 2 payments of $49.95
what a bargain
as seen on TV
For best results use my specialized fear component
batteries aren't included
heart sold seperately
wash me
rinse me

repeat me

Eve
- Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 15:59:21 (PDT)

I feel like an ass

big misunderstanding

:-)
Ayatollah
- Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 15:27:12 (PDT)

there is more wax in my left ear than my right
theres a feeling i get
when i close my eyes
Anonymous
- Thursday, September 30, 1999 at 02:09:10 (PDT)

I'm confused

Do you hate me now too Jayme ?

I need ALL of y'all dammit! Even if "The Circle" has dissipated

I really don't want to lose any friends

Wooten might be ready to hang it all up with you, but I'm not

I love you guys
Melissa, Jessyca, Wooten, Wes, You, Brandi, the 54's, Uncle Dave

I'm seriously about to cry
DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT !
I can't lose you people! I'm not screwing around here

Call me tomorrow!

Please say you still love me :-(
RDU3
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 22:39:48 (PDT)

Oh HONEY

Do you remember the foul thing you said on sunday ?
Well to make myself feel betta on monday ....I lured
your man out my way....kissed his face.....and he was mine, I had him on the couch you helped me get. I found
out some of your secrets too.....he is on to you . But
he was more "on" to me......and he was suprisingly good. When he's gone you will miss him.....and one other thing, I've checked my xmas list, and I've checked it twice....and you aint on it anymore bitch.
I will leave you with this, may everything you touch turn to shit, I wish you the worst in life, have a crappy day !!!

Tales from my crib
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 20:31:36 (PDT)

We all must move on at one time or another....it is
predicted in fate, friendships fade, bonds break.....and new friends you will make, you are the
best of the circle and you know it......the others are
merely weak parts of it.
Anonymous U know hoo !
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 20:24:05 (PDT)

he lied...

she found out...

promises break everyday...

You know what?

I don't care!

Apparently we're all divided now

Oh well

I still love each and every one of you

Can't we all just get along?

I value ALL my friends

I wish petty bullshit didn't get in the way

But What can I do?

Death to Brooke Bourne...(kidding)

All of you are still welcome to "Stay at Rich's" anytime you like !

The "Circle" seems divided...

I'm not
Bub
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:39:58 (PDT)

Seasons change...

People change...
Jarlaxle
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:30:01 (PDT)

how could they do this?
i can't imagine-
have they no heart?
no soul with which to feel?
they mock and laugh-
try to make me change-
to no avail.
their games wear on.
i am wearing down-
beneath the mockery.
i almost give in-
under the constant pressure
i cannot win.
i bow my head
and begin to cry.
and then i vow
to find out why.
why do they torment?
why do they tease?
to build themselves a pedestal.
themselves to please.

ouishe
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:29:44 (PDT)

I Love everybody
Ayatolla
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 15:28:18 (PDT)

sshhhh
were not as well formed as we seem
my intelligance is only noticed
because I can detect
your bullshit
I dont want to be held back
just held down
by you
she said I had an aversion
and I agree
thank you miss wine
no I do not desire
their minds
just a challenge
to me
and none of them
are good enough
for mine

Pretynd
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 13:30:07 (PDT)

Live and love freely before time robs you of what you
have, take chances, piss people off, make them laugh,
make them cry, but live and love freely...

Serendipitous Meanings
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 11:54:23 (PDT)

minor2ndsand3rds
directly from the god and goddess
88
black and white
pieces
anyway you choose
the ghost's still in this wooden box

it's the part of me you'll never be

(hey, how you bean, Jane?)

Eve
- Wednesday, September 29, 1999 at 11:39:22 (PDT)

Thank you for accepting me and my spare tire:)
kiss kiss

Jane
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 23:30:57 (PDT)

I enjoy solitude again!!!!
yeah!!!!
I can live without my friends
I can live without him!!!
I am a lot stronger than I ever
thought possible!!!
I am the antisocial
cold bitter
unloving
sarcastic
bitch
once again!!!
welcome home me!!!
Pretynd
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 17:44:55 (PDT)

...Im a rainbow 2...

K.
- Tuesday, September 28, 1999 at 16:02:41 (PDT)

theres potato salad on my sleeve
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 22:13:18 (PDT)

What will happen to all the animals when Jesus comes again?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 19:02:24 (PDT)

oops
the truth is I dont care
there are really only two people
I do care about
my chronic boy
and shelley
preparing our care packages
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 18:47:31 (PDT)

Sometimes life goes
Bumpity bump, But nothing is as bad
as riding the hump!
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 13:13:52 (PDT)

or the beaver eats you?
Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 05:55:50 (PDT)

Eat More Beaver !

Anonymous
- Monday, September 27, 1999 at 03:42:09 (PDT)

to touch the tenderness is to extract the waste
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 23:06:36 (PDT)

I guess you heard the drums
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 23:04:24 (PDT)

the oils of infection

controlled poision feelings
anything I could say
you reply with bitterness
I want to bleed into your stream
lined with truth riddled lies
about jokes you deny
and reflect what you expect
with answers of approval
we are in love
with satire and delusion
what ever happened to your blue guitar
the full moon will die like a candle in question
laughing at the static filled lines of social beliefs
where as you trade the truth
the feeling because they place limits onyour dreams
turn to nothing mirrored in false light
stolen from love for a taste of like
and washed back into the well
now going on twiced

Travis Ray Cole
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 23:01:00 (PDT)

her feelings are strong
I could turn
...........
other
I thought this image was you
she looked so familiar
I knew something about her
but did not know her
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 22:48:05 (PDT)

she more than likes me she hates me
with emotion strong
I think
Anonymous
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 22:43:38 (PDT)

It comes to you
It just Does
Trapesing around
Get outta my fishbowl
Pull out the grifter and give 'em
H E L L
Eve
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 22:37:45 (PDT)

-Når en tanke går i smølf-

Synet er som lyset...
vi kan kun se noget i kraft at synsfeltet bliver brudt....ligesom lyset kun kan ses når det blir brudt..man kan se reflektionen..reflektionen giver et billed af hvad det er...synet opfanger kun refleksionen....jajaja logisk men en go parallel...
synet tilhører lyset...men hvad tilhører så mørket??..hvad er lysets negative konstant?...det er mørket..mørket er alt det vi ikke kan se...men ikke destomindre et begreb...en form...en abstrakt form...lyset er den konkrete form...mørket den abstrakte...2 ydre punkter af samme sag...lys og mørke...+ er fylden..- er manglen.....kærlighed er fylden.....had er manglen...lykke er fylde...ulykksaligheden er manglen...gud må derfor også være alt det vi kan se...for han er også alt det vi ikke kan se......altså en stik modsætning til alt det vi kan se........alt det vi ikke kan forstå....han er en naturlig del af vores virkeligheds opfattelse.....ergo må han være en ikke naturlig del af vores virkeligheds opfattelse......separeret.....men en del af os..en fylde og en mangel på samme tid.....for kun ved at ha 2 ydre punkter har man en midte...og midten er udgangspunktet..det neutrale...vi starter i midten..men ender i en af ydre punkterne.....måske er det formålet at forbli i midten....men hvorfor så processen?...man må ha 2 fiks punkter for at kunne finde det 3....det treide værende midten?altså at vi starter med + og - .......og skal finde neutral?eller starter med + og neutralt for at finde - ?
nej vi starter med + og -.....at være mæt og være sulten...at fryse og være varm...men vi er jo ikke hele tiden sulten eller mæt...vi kommer jo unægtelig til midten på et tidspunkt....måske er vi bare ikke bevidste om det...er det formålet....at være bevidst om midten?...at være bevidst om balancen....men hvorfor skabe sådan en proces?....måske er det det man skal skabe for at lave "kunstig intelligens"...en livsform der er bevidst om at der eksisterer en balance og indordner sig bedst muligt efter den..uden at tage hensyn til om man er + eller -...men at man konstant er i balance....en konstant bevægende procces..med en konstant formål....men hvorfor skabe sådan en proces?....et batteri er vel i en konstant procces..men ikke konstant i + og - den er konstant korroderende.....det er mennesket egentligt også vi fortærer for at eksistere..mentalt og physisk....og ældes.og dør.....genskaber os selv...det gør et batteri ikke...hvorfor?...fordi det ikke er selvbevidst...selvbevidst værende?...............at ku se sig selv som et selvstændigt eksisterende entitet?..men er man det?...eller fungerer man i en større procces?..proccesen værende??....livet?..men hvad er formålet med livet....at være konstant i midten?..at forbli neutral..men det er vel kun at holde sig selv i skak...og hvis noget er til for at holde sig selv i skak....hvad gør man det med?..det gør man f.eks. med en vira..måden at "dræbe" en vira....må være at sætte den til at holde sig selv i skak..der blir flere af den?..så må den ha flere formål....eller ville man fjerne den.....den må altså gøre et formål ved at reproducere sig selv......og formålet var at holde sig selv i skak....???...men hvad mere gør vi........vi fortærer..fordi....for at ha et - må man ha et +....vi fortærer..men hvad skaber?modsætningen af os må skabe...men hvad er modsætningen af os......et ikke tænkende ikke-individ...jorden?? universet??.....alt "levende" fortærer...alt dødt skaber???hvad gør død..død skaber tomrum og liv fylder de tomrum ud..så er der en procces..en konstant....en neutral....det helt store svar må vel være at være en procces...uanset om det er + eller - ...blot så længe man bibeholder midten...for kun i midten er der "liv"....abstrakt liv??? abstrakt væren?at man blot er tanken om + eller - .....ikke er + eller - men blot er tanken om + eller -......og adam og eva spiste af æblet...gud sagde nu kender i forskellen på godt og ondt...på ydre punkterne....altså paradiset var midten.....ikke at være eller kende til ydre punkter....fordi ved at kende ydre punkterne er man ydre punkterne....ignorence is bliss????????????

Z
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 19:41:37 (PDT)

That they believe that the earth was flat is either a myth or a plot. How could they when the sky space is covered like a mother's breast, a tongue licking exciting their fancy? So hard to grip the vaginal existence of nature pillaged by the crooked cock of human kind. She is warped into a cruel matriarch, her children rising up to kill her…
For us to remain sane, we must truncate or forget penile science--all things obvious while celebrating the glass globe of the firmament.

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Santa Maria of the sacred womb,
I want to make you smell like me so that when God comes to ravish you,
he'll know I've been here first.

Santa Maria, I light two candles:
one for you and one for my soul and though it's dark
I know you by your holy glow.

I touch your hair in the cold courtyard with the holiest of intentions.

Santa Maria, you are too delicate to bear the Messiah
Come with me and your body shall be yours again.

Santa Maria, you never respond.
For how can a woman touched by the Cock of God desire someone with no cock at all?

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She's killing my love and he's letting her.

bigmouth
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 19:15:36 (PDT)

And by god I got to go to
to the town of the
Full Moon

Here have a glass of moral decay
It is on me
all on me she would say

perhaps its not so chronic
that we gotta dance that way
Pretynd
- Sunday, September 26, 1999 at 18:18:28 (PDT)

he is just the same as when he was a kid.....just a bigger version of the prick he's always been....what
a fucking liar......and a grouch.

Anonymous
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 21:19:47 (PDT)

The Lions have been tamed...
Ayatollah
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 13:20:13 (PDT)

Chapter one It still sells after your dead

Chapter two analizing the sweetest whore
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 09:16:02 (PDT)

"Attention Shoppers!"

Would the lady with the asbestos hat report to the service desk.
the lady with the asbestos hat
please report to the service desk.
can I get an "A"
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 08:25:09 (PDT)

Marriage is temporary
divorce is forever
Anonymous
- Saturday, September 25, 1999 at 00:09:11 (PDT)

did I miss a day?
Anonymous
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 23:38:57 (PDT)

eternally grateful for your arrival on this planet
Eve
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 14:40:03 (PDT)

FEAR
as i sit alone in this dark room i begin to wonder about today and tomorrow am i gonna make it am i gonna be happy forever am i gonna roll up and pass oh im aching im sad i cant stop crying i fear the worst in all i do i want to be allowed to do the things that i want to do but im trapped in my own fears
APRIL GRABER
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 07:31:45 (PDT)

"Sweet" dreams

"Sweet dreams" he said, as I left the room
"Yes," I said to myself
"Always."

Sleep now
I'll be here
when you dream
I'll be with you

I can feel the heat and it's soothing

not another day

I'm not leaving now

Not a chance

Sweet sweetest
Could you taste it

dream us
I'm the one
you know
yes it's me
I believe

the undertow
I won't say when
don't stop

Sweet sweetest
could you taste it

Sigh night
come back
spin in the swim
circle the way
we began

Not enough
I want for you
every kiss

Sweet sweetest
could you taste it

My aching dream
all my everything
in the dead of night
I invite you
to believe

In the breath of morning
still in all your glory
making time stop
I invite you
to believe

Sweet sweetest
Yes, it's me, Sweet
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 03:11:55 (PDT)

Come here
Cuddle me
spoon me
the cows can wait to be fed in the morning
I stretch my arms out to you
I kick my feet
laying on that lovely egg crate
Cuddle me
Jane
- Friday, September 24, 1999 at 00:48:56 (PDT)

law of no law
{music}
leads
ripping strings
feed back
electric sound
tremelo bar bends screams
note after note
crying
a hundred miles an hour
skipping octaves

Gesetz ohne den law{music } Spieler der Guitarre Leitungen, die Zeichenketten zerreißen, wirken elektrische stichhaltige tremelostabschlaufen Screamsanmerkung