Update Blurbs
the world should never forget
(03/31/2004; 11:34am) - for those of you looking through this tomb of ours
so if you're reading this because you love our blurbs so much (and you should). you shoul realize that all links beyond this point
do not work
well the one before this does. but thats it
.bobert
(03/29/2004; 01:04pm) - pretty funny
so there's all this content for all to see. but no one to see it as the site does not launch til thurs. Not of your design: the day won't end
Not of your design: an insult turned true
This Dude in Japan: Specialist in Humanties/Internatinal Service
This Dude in Japan: Eureka!/I see black people.
Not of your design: the perils of a japense keyboard: a lettter from elliott
(12/17/2003; 08:04pm) - just like this.
we're lazy, it's cold. the wind's whipping across a park
whose name i can pronounce but not write,
to strike my kitchen, make it ice.
the things we do eventually remind us why.
teaching small children yesterday, receiving pasta in exchange,
cooking as best as we are able,
seth and i mixing slicing shredding
eating
happy and at least as warm
as last year, no hot water.
and we write.
-poocat.
(12/03/2003; 07:13am) - the things we do with our days
we've all been around it before,
people up all night achieving something more,
waking and walking and laughing and just barely maintaining sanity.
it's grit, for some people. hope for others.
just work, done silently.
breaking standards everywhere,
really.
looking around and telling other people
how wack everything is out there really.
-poocat.
(11/26/2003; 05:23pm) - turkey blurb
yo, you best be stuffing your face with, well, stuffing because there a'int nothing new up in this, corn dog.
-t.nice
(11/24/2003; 01:35pm) - someone hoas to blurb
many things await you on this day that rhymes with dumbday
Not of your design
...ish
Not of your design
are only 3 three of them
-b
(11/17/2003; 11:21am) - it makes my eyes slit and my ears twitch...
there are pieces of life,
occasionally,
that twist me, pull me,
music at opportune moments,
visions of spectacular romance,
dreams of true provenance,
friends with thoughtful countenance.
some times i just walk home
so comfortable in my own skin,
able to welcome you all in.
-poocat.
(11/14/2003; 06:28am) - i just stand here wondering
if you still mean what you said last night,
you seemed to be so serious, you seemed curious...
i guess i'll never know,
after all,
you're still in the monkey house,
and i have long ago come home.
poocat.
(11/10/2003; 11:12pm) - a guy i knew: 1980-2003
walking along the way i met a man, who began walking with me.
we talked. we walked. but when i turned to catch his eye, he wasn't there
-bobert
(11/07/2003; 10:28pm) - wet gray saturdays
we're back, starting slowly, rebuilding from forgotten pieces,
urging things too long left rusting to new uses.
patience is appreciated, months of change
bring us to new places.
gracious.
poocat.