Wednesday, April 11, 2001

















It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the madamoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell
They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell


11:33 AM :

Coffee and a piece of pie, kitchenette dinnette superette cigarette tattooed love boys boys room mens room streetwise street scene knock off trademark copyright heave ho choke hold candy pezz squirt gun gunned down shot down equador junior heavyweight triple threat snake eyes sucker punch punch bowl maybelline pan cake cake walk hot boys t-shirt shirtless merciless red cent green back pulp fiction paperback random lines straight up smack down...as mac opened the door first, He stepped through, held it wide, and Rand sauntered in, hands in his pockets, his face, like the others, controlled, blank-looking. Only his eyes came alive when he saw Dirk. He slowed. "Again copper?" his voice mocking..."You aint gonna learn anything new" he said. "But if you wanna kill me, I got plenty" fade to black...
11:32 AM :

Wave Hello Say Goodbye. Say it ain't so Joe! So long? Chris left the weblogging community and went on to graduate school. He currently resides in Colorado with his dog, Sumo. They have plans to move west in a few years. Good luck to Chris of Boylog! You will be missed! I can only hope that you will come to your senses and once again, after perhaps a hiatus, return with your keen observations! Pleeeaasszze?! Hello to fresh content packed MatteeCentral, Living Proof, TerminalAnnexe0303 and JimBlog.
10:57 AM :

Sunday, April 08, 2001
"Neither my eyes in love with all that is beautiful, nor my soul thirsting for salvation, possess any power that can raise them to Heaven but the contemplation of beautiful things. From the highest heaven there streams down a splendour which draws desire up towards the stars, and here on earth men call it love. And there is nothing that can captivate, fire and give wisdom to a noble heart as can a face lit with star-like eyes." -Michelangelo c. 1534
8:57 AM :