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Ed Hellman Something about a Man with an Ax.. My mother gave birth to a beardless lumberjack. I adored lumber and found chopping it down even more thrilling. Throughout my childhood it was pretty much assumed that I would grow up to become a full-fledged, membership-card-holding, plaid-shirt-wearing lumberjack. Did you know that “timber” was my very first word (if you don’t count “daddy”)? It’

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Ed Hellman The Value of Caging Small Evil Things I was sad, oh so sad, and needed something to lord over. Chinchillas, cute as they may appear, are quite possibly devil spawn. For this reason alone, I highly recommend them as pets. Kids will adore their deliciously soft coats of fur, but we, the privileged adults, can appreciate these spherical monsters on a higher level. For a child, a pet

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GHOST OF THE HAUNTED SNAKE! by Ed Hellman FADE IN: EXT. HOLSTADT HOUSE MORNING DAVEY HOLSTADT, 17, strolls down the front walk and past his sister, EMMA RAY HOLSTADT, 22, head down and working under the hood of her hot rod. She looks up as Davey steps into the street. EMMA RAY Nosebleed! Where you runnin’ to? Davey rolls his eyes. DAVEY The passion pit with Janie! Emma Ray wipes grease

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Ed Hellman Cultural Reportage Photo Review Russell Lee Photographed Me in 1938 We threw down the advertisements and combed and combed, combed and combed. The little things had been relatively safe before Photography. We had writing (cursed by many) but there were few images to distract, so rare was it to come across “the ideal”. I bathed, you not so much; and that was okay. We all were a bit

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NEW POST! NEW POST! NEW POST! Here are two short scripts I did recently: HOW IT ENDS by Ed Hellman FADE IN: EXT. TALL OFFICE BUILDING LATE EVENING Gray sky, windy. INT. VETERINARY OFFICE WAITING ROOM LATE EVENING HERBERT, 46, and STEPHANIE, 47, huddle on bench. Stephanie, perspiring, strokes Herbert’s clasped hands. A NURSE IN TRAINING approaches. Stephanie stands to face her.

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Ed Hellman Blue Ship Dole sat in his small, olive-drab, ground floor apartment and painted the model ship a deep blue. This was his favorite ship and Dole had assembled it many, many times. The plastic sails were almost done and next would come the rigging; then back to the hull for a black wash. The glue would dry and the paint too and then Dole would take the ship into the laundry room and

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Ed Hellman Double Story #2 The Inch As he stood before the obligatory bathroom mirror, Jerome admired his sleek, naked form. He looked fit and Shelley liked fit guys. Shelley, in fact, liked just about everything about Jerome, which did not come as too much of a surprise to anyone, considering his house was quaint yet roomy, his income steady and admirable, and he was one all-around great guy.

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i added some new/old stories below... check 'em out. more soon, really this time. if you haven't seen "nervous laughter", "Two AM Wont Shut Up", or "Crablad2Crablad", gimme a hollar on AIM at carlmule and I will send them to ya - short films BTW. I'm working on a script for a more trumped up piece to be shot in the next few weeks and edited throughout the semester - to be used when declaring a

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It Was Snowing, So We Traveled To The Desert And Got Lost The llamas sloshed on. Goodbye civilization, goodbye hum and tinker of modern life! I began to philosophize about a great many unspeakable things and came up with some pretty deep theories on humanity etc. I had not seen my reflection in days, but could feel myself changing into a modern day prophet. A wiseman. During all of this,

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The Last Tuesday This morning, Paul Selsian awoke drenched in ice-cold sweat. He had dreamt pleasantly, but as the geriatric English professor stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, his mind was filled to the brim with the darkest of thoughts. He is a good man, or at least a reasonable one, so his sudden urge was utterly inexplicable... And yet, it existed all the same. After packing a

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SECRET FUN PROVERB Wendy had a husband, three kids and a secret: Every week, the world famous Superman would fly into her dry-cleaning shop and give her his suit to clean. Of course, she was sworn her to secrecy. Superman was all about secrets, but Wendy just felt guilty. Her poor husband had no idea and she was dying to tell him. One day, she was thinking and decided that if she could get

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(Sock Puppet) Love Hurts (or Threesome Uh-Oh) Stitch by stitch, Mr. Trumpington was coming together and it was Herbert’s fine handy-work to thank for it. He had not picked up a needle in years, but sewing was like riding a bicycle and he did not prick his fingers even once. Yes, Herbert wore the thimble well. By mid-afternoon, the project was complete and Herbert had time for a bath. “Bubbles

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MOVING TOWARDS (by E.H.) As our eyes close, a young woman named Noon Ending switches on her mental nightlight and follows the wind to a scrap of paper it stole from her. We might say she is stalling, her having memorized the scribbled-down address hours ago, but Noon understands the nature of time and appreciates this chance to accelerate it. After spotting her camouflaged prize, Noon turns and

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sugarcane twist shades of white, shades of gray morning moon, fade away as walls engulf the room we prophesy our doom you realize the laughter is not your's tears drop in tens and twos and fours this minute march I can not lead so turn it into flavored beads and put it on a string I’m pretty now but soon you’ll see colors deep inside of me so wear it as you wait for snow and remember that my

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Ed Hellman 5/6/03 Billy’s Raft Billy knew next to nothing about nuns, but he found them very alluring. Everyday after his piano lesson he raced down to the churchyard to watch, with vulgarian glee, the nuns do their thing. With faces like prunes and the grace of downed fowl, they were not conventionally sexy, but there was something about them that made his heart wiggle inside his skeletal

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jenni (the poem) dolphin rug ontop slippery yellow marble middle after that its hard to say (we all want to but never do) dolphin middle yellow top

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eclectic melon the sea escapes me on a boat of wicker shadow sails and later eats one excellent melon that was mine, on dry land

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more tonight!!

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below you find 2 funfilled essays (dont let the word scare you) and some new poems. go crazy. or slightly antsy-in-your-pantsy.

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5/18/03 Ed Hellman FYS Personal Essay Draft 3 Not-So-Generic Man Makes Not-So-Generic Movie or Extraordinary Man Makes Extraordinary Movie I am not an arrogant man, merely an introspective observer, so I say this with the utmost humility: What a glorious world it would be if each of you could live inside this web of flesh within which I am bound. Perhaps then you would learn to fully

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Ed Hellman 5/19/03 Essay Three ARTH 130 Introduction to Visual Culture How They Play Us A sickeningly cute little boy stands on a breathtaking beach with both hands stretched towards the setting sun in a momentary display of joyful exuberance one only experiences as a child. Next to him, you discover the words, “It’s not a feeling you can get everyday.” Nodding slowly, you find yourself

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sometimes summertime art collector sometimes i forget your name but it can't be uglier than your face ugly boy oh boy tact is a lost art

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out of snake license a lady never tells she sells, you faintly sigh a rumble between the jellybean afternoons tea time last decade i know the truth who doesn't? we only hide the secrets everyone already knows

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andrew (the poem) little shiney button top in your ear i place my eye in your brain i plant my purely original ideas my theories my loves, my hates you turn them into mush and spout them out onto the page as your art i know your secret a button is just one on my sheepskin raincoat

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vivian (the poem) eat the bread, vivian we know you want bread you haven't touched it the bread you vivian you bread you THE SAME!!!!!

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molly (the poem) in her nose she hides her spare heart and in her easy chair she drifts and smiles between the green tiny fishermen tug back the invisible line that splits to attach three circling cats

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more tomorrow..

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Union Bullet Run In the south They only fight with Spears And throw them While standing Behind the barracks

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Frustration in the form of a Z you think you're the epitome of cool well you know what? Z mother fuck that

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ok ok, after a SHORT hiatus, I am ready to begin what will be refered to as THE FREQUENT POST-A-THON-A-MANIA! so get ready to not only rock, but roll and roll till your stomache turns. I have a few sad notes, a handful of uplifting theories, and a barrel full of surprises to throw your way. Don't get too excited, ya hear? Not yet anyway. Let's try building the suspence. If you're in on it too,

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yes there is!

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tomorrow is a relative term. the day after tomorrow, however, isn't....

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SUPER UPDATE: TOMORROW

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"The disturbed Emperors made a tremendous row, trumpeting with their metallic voices. There was no doubt they had eggs, for they tried to shuffle along the ground wthout losing them off their feet. But when they were hustled a good many eggs were dropped and left lying on the ice, and some of these were quickly picked up by eggless Emperors who had probably been waiting a long time for the

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easy easy, we have to coax these new updates out slowly... lovingly..

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we alllll know it's way past time for an update, so....

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Eight Thank you My love For these wings Grow mightier Everytime Your lips Touch mine

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Andrew: Do you like coffee? Ed: Once in a while. (pause) Ed: Do you? Andrew: YES. Ed: Mm. (pause) Ed: I like cheese danishes. (pause) Ed: Do you like cheese danishes? Andrew: YES. (pause) Andrew: But you can't SIP cheese danishes..

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Slowly Backwards What comes At least we know Shorter Short breaths become Beside the bed When I feel them join me All the way Everything My ears my nose my mouth Covering my eyes And stumble down stairs Black to white Beneath a cotton pretense And hide my head Of far away stars I hear the distant pleas Swallowed up

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Shiver Night-Cling Swallowed up I hear the distant pleas Of far away stars And hide my head Beneith a cotton pretense Black to white And stumble down stairs Covering my eyes My ears my nose my mouth Everything All the way When I feel them join me Beside the bed Short breaths become Shorter At least we know What comes

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ED'S hORRIBlE loVe PoeM Your heart is red and rosey Your feets are nice and toesy You are sweeter than the sweetest milk My sun, my moon, my winter solstice

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selections from my poetry portfolio: (excuse the repeats) Socks and Things I am wearing one sock. It is soft and white. I do not know where it's partner has gone. I do not know whether or not it misses me. Surely, I do not miss it. One can always find more socks. Sometimes, early in the morning, I roll over and trace with my fingertips the delicate indentation that remains, the proof that she

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this is a very relevant set of song lyrics by mr david gray: BE MINE From the very first moment I saw you That's when I knew All the dreams I held in my heart Had suddenly come true Knock me over stone cold sober Not a thing I could say or do 'Cos baby when I'm walking with you now My eyes are so wide Like you reached right into my head And turned on the light inside Turning on the light Inside

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guy one: hey those pieces of cake look good guy two: you think? guy one: that oreo cake looks delicious guy two: and don't ignore this chocolate nut cake.. guy one: yumm guy two: i'm gonna eat them together at the same time guy one: it'll be like they're making love guy two: in my mouth ..ew.

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woman in movie: he's as mule-ish as a sheep!

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here's an optimistic (or at least more optimistic for this page than usual) song by David Gray. No meaning for posting it here aside from I like it (which is reason enough). BE MINE From the very first moment I saw you That's when I knew All the dreams I held in my heart Had suddenly come true Knock me over stone cold sober Not a thing I could say or do 'Cos baby when I'm walking with you

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Teacher: Is Kurtz mad? Is he crazy? Student: He's.. uh... "crazy like a fox"! Teacher: Well, how crazy IS a fox? They seem to know what they are doing?

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THE HAND THAT ROCKS THE CRADLE (the smiths) Please don't cry For the ghost and the storm outside Will not invade this sacred shrine Nor infiltrate your mind My life down I shall lie If the bogey-man should try To play tricks on your sacred mind To tease, torment, and tantalise Wavering shadows loom A piano plays in an empty room There'll be blood on the

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song of the day: Every Day Things Are Improving by DH let me tell you what they told me and i'll tell you what they said every day things are improving and that makes such sense to me in so many ways every day things are improving don't think i don't understand your petty motivations cause i understand them extremely well and i feel such gratitude for the ways we show concern every day things

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a very happpppy birthdaaayyyy to jenni! happy! birthday! happy birthday!

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i copied this down for an email, so i've decided to post it here since it's already written out. it's from GLAMORAMA by Bret Easton Ellis. he also wrote American Psycho and Rules of Attraction. watch for the Patrick Bateman cameo........ ----- "Bye, Baxter," Chloe says, tired but sweet, as usual. "Yeah, bye, man," I mutter, a well-practiced dismissal, and once he's barely out of earshot I

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Dan: "A very special person is going to be getting a Billy Joel figurine soon...."

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Prof. Cohen: "No, no, I want to be called a cat."

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walking home in the dark hands in my pockets, book in my hood i cross the wind and as the light shifts my shadow passes me by "son of a bitch," i think, "i'm glad it was you."

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THIS (by bukowski) self-congratulatory nonsense as the famous gather to applaud their seeming greatness you wonder where the real ones are what giant cave hides them as the deathly talentless bow to accolades as the fools are fooled again you wonder where the real ones are if there are real ones. this self-congratulatory nonsense has lasted decades and with some

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Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree with Anybody Else but Me - bukowski to choose wisely is half way along the road to victory; the other half is conquered by indifference. on the one hand you can say anything you want; on the other hand you don't have to. somehow I've managed to do both. so any problem you have with me is yours.

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AIDS - bukowski the easy days of sex are over, sex is almost finished here on earth unless they are able to cure what is killing us. the young will never know how recklessly we went from bed to bed, from body to body, from night to night. it all, at times, became a bore. I wonder what we will lose next? it's been a hell of a half century: first the atom bomb, then this. it's time for an

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Beauty Gone - bukowski You were, at best the delicate thought of a delicate hand and when beneath the love of flowers I am still and gone- as the spider drinks the greening hour- strike grey bells, let a frog say a voice is dead; let the beasts of the forest, the days that have hated this, the contrary wives of unblinking grief plan a small surrender somewhere between Mexicali and Tampa; you

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Happy Birthday, dad! I ate pizza and pasta tonight just for you!

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Excerpt from "WOMEN" by C. Bukowski "I drove to Sara's. I also had several bottles of wine with me. In fact, I had polished off one of them while shaving. I seldom shaved but I shaved for Sara's birthday, and Veterans' night. She was a good woman. Her mind was charming and, strangely, her celibacy was understandable. I mean, the way she looked at it, it should be saved for a good man. Not that I

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ok, so its yom kippur and its also Mexican Independence Day.. so the cafeteria is serving Latin Food.. i'm not sure which holiday overrides the other. i'm thinking i'll fast until tonight and then celebrate Mexico too. that way, both our gods are favored.

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I think ed has vanished.

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it's spreading...! http://www.top-greetings.com/N.py?A=20020904

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more lovely Waits.. Alice (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan 1992) It's dreamy weather we're on You waved your crooked wand Along an icy pond with a frozen moon A murder of silhouette crows I saw And the tears on my face And the skates on the pond They spell Alice I disappear in your name But you must wait for me Somewhere across the sea There's a wreck of a ship Your hair is like meadow grass on the

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Barcarolle (Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan 1992) A cloud lets go of the moon Her ribbons are all out of tune She is skating on the ice In a glass in the hands of a man That she kissed on a train And the children are all gone into town To get candy and we are alone in the house here And your eyes fall down on me And I belong only to you The water is filling my shoes In the wine of my heart there's a

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BEHOLD! i humbly announce the arrival of my roommate and my new companion (we don't like to think of him as a "pet") turtle, THE PROFESSOR CAULIFLOWER JACKNIFE. There will be zero tolerance for fraternizing with the turtle, but he will no doubt be an invaluable and respected member of Room 204. ..that is all.. for now.

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"3. Is it or isnt it? Newest tally, Molly wins by a landslide, sorry Ed." You can add two to my side.. Bard students are very smart. TWO of them. and i only asked two so far, so it's not like two in twenty. it's two in two. that's like, EVERYONE so far.

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so so heres an update for jenni cuz apparently she doesn't like the way i've been running my OWN PERSONAL WEBSITE. things here at bard are sunny. I have selected some classes that i might registar.. here's my possible class list: First Year Seminar History of Cinema Playwriting Drawing 1 neat huh? i passed my orientation class and right now i'm searching out a job on campus (or very nearby).

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Jesse1: "That joke wasn't funny." Jesse2: "Let's laugh until we forget it." ---- Girl: "Can we eat the banana bread yet?" Pesh: "Yes but you will DIE!"

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Excerpt from "Ham on Rye" by Charles Bukowski: My father drove along, stopping and starting, making deliveries. "O.K., kid, which direction are we driving in now?" "North." "You're right. We're going North." We went up and down streets, stopping and starting. "O.K., which way are we going now?" "West." "No, we're going South." We drove in silence some more. "Suppose I pushed you out of

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Clara: "WHO'S FAMILY OWNED THAT CHAIR YOUR LAZY ASS IS SITTING IN? MOMMA!?" ---- Excerpt from Patrick's play: "Everywhere around him he sees love. Squirrels are chasing each other etc." ---- Eric: "Gertrude Stein makes a fine rap." ---- Raizin: "If this was a Gertrude Stein college, no one on that tour would be here. They needed that poetry reading like a fish needs a bicycle." ---- Me: "I am

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What Good Am I? by Bob Dylan What good am I if I'm like all the rest, If I just turned away, when I see how you're dressed, If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry, What good am I? What good am I if I know and don't do, If I see and don't say, if I look right through you, If I turn a deaf ear to the thunderin' sky, What good am I? What good am I while you softly weep And I hear in my head

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Eric: "Lincoln logs: The building blocks of the world!" ---- Sascha: ". . .Aquatic slaves and sluts. Now that slavery has been abolished and women have the right to vote, we should turn our thoughts to the goldfish." ---- Asian kid talking to black kid before math test: "Bet you wish you were asian now, huh!?"

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a humble request: get together a lot of money (as much money as there ever was) go to loco hombres buy some of those red chips (MUST BE RED) buy some of that sweet green salsa send to Edward Hellman/Freshman Bard College Box#254 PO Box 5000 Annandale, NY 12504 12504-5000 very, very, very urgent.

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courses of interest so far: Existentialism First year Seminar History of Cinema ??? i need more.. all the fiction classes aren't available to freshmen really. HMMMMmmm....

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a bit of "A Little Rain" by TW She was 15 years old And never seen the ocean She climbed into a van With a vagabond And the last thing she said Was "I love you mom" And a little rain Never hurt no one And a little rain Never hurt no one

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Patrick: "I'm not condemning people, I'm just saying it's grotesque." ---- Teacher: "I had to pick up a proffessor and I had a stinking fetus in the car! I wished I'd done something great with the fetus, but the fact is, I didn't." ---- Teacher: "It may not have modernization in it." Raisin Bob-Waxberg: "It's a pre-modern dictionary!"

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official retraction: jenni replies to emails and does so very well.

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yay! lia play!

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After several failed attempts, Gordon Elephant attracted the waiter's attention and waved him over. "Another non-alcoholic cocktail for myself and the lady." said Gordon. "But sir," said the waiter dryly, through thick braces, "she hasn't yet finished these last three.." "She'll arrive shortly. I'm certain of that." said Gordon as he waved the waiter away. On his way home, Gordon treated

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you wanna know who sucks? jenni. cuz she hasn't responded to my email. OH yeah, that's right. she's one of those "no respondos" you read about in the back pages of Time Life. sad really.. if she only would reply she'd just be so super duper. then i'd have to post a retraction to this i suppose and be all 'ow! jenni is on fire! she's totally mackin' with the keyboard in an email sort of way!

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Claude Tangent scoped out his hot new wheels. There was no doubt about it, busses were definitely coming back in style. After wiping down the windshield and snapping hip retro shades over his glasses, Claude was ready to take the sleek 8 wheeler out on the road. With shaking hands, Claude inched in the ignition key and then steadied himself against the steering wheel as the engine lurched into

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not to be connected to my life whatsoever, these lyrics stuck out in my mind after listening to their song, so i post them for you: Leave it Alone by Moist (eww name) Id walk the water to get back to you And where i was complete We found you scattered by the highway side too Soon to be released Gathered the pieces up and clean the places Where you were undone And washed the wreckage out

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Girl: "I actually found 2 connections.." Raizon Bob-Waxberg: "Woopee!" Teacher: "Oh! The over achiever in the group-" Raizon Bob-Waxberg: "Let's kill her! Piggy! Piggy!"

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Sasha: "We have to take for granted.... Ya know... Building machines." Teacher: "You mean.. Cranes?" Sasha: "...Yeah." ----- Teacher: "You just mentioned a new word! 'Mass-Outspeak'" ----- Raizon Bob-Waxberg: "In conclusion, go go America!"

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Home - e.h. For the longest time I was not aware that there is a ghetto in Maryland. My street connects to another street which connects to another street which connects to my school. Driving North, I find rolling hills, South, dense forest. East and West, one or the other. Someone has lied to me. I do not leave my house. And yet

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Socks an Things - e.h. I am wearing one sock. It is soft and white. I do not know where it's partner has gone. I do not know whether or not it misses me. Surely, I do not miss it. One can always find more socks. Sometimes, early in the morning, I roll over and trace with my fingertips the delicate indentation that remains, the proof that she is not there. It is then that I know best: I am not

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"Colonialism isn't just buttercups and tea" - Benedikt the german guy

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"I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you so much" -The Cure, "CUt heRE"

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5 days till i leave for college.. let the countdown begin.

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does anyone still check this besides me? if so gotta know!

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welllll, that took.... 2 minutes.

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yes, the time has come. today i go through every oriface of my room and seperate the good clothes from the bad. an arduous process i'm sure. sigh, here i go...

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Shore Leave by waits Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart I rolled down the national stroll and with a big fat paycheck strapped to my hip sack and a shore leave wristwatch underneath my sleeve in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga and was in a bad need of a shave and so I slopped at the corner on cold

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comments. i want them. does anyone know how to put up a place for people to comment on my posts? if so, tell me now. i'm forming this brilliant idea for a movie. i just saw a couple episodes of twin peaks and i was struck how very david lynch my idea is. if you are a genius, you will enjoy this movie. that's what the slogan will be. well, the idea is still forming. more updates soon,

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"i'd love to touch the sky tonight" -cure

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CHAPTER TWO Si Boxcar woke to the sound of his left pinky toe snapping in half. With all the strength he could muster, he pried his right big toe off the broken digit and separated the feet with a pillow. "Where the fuck are my socks?" said Si. Fishing around under his bed, Si found what he was looking for: two big medieval chain-link gloves. It was the only thing that could keep the two feet

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CHAPTER ONE Someone had broken the bathroom scale, and Teacup Hernendez was feeling vengeful. Staring up at ceiling cracks and cobwebs, Teacup threw his arms wide and whispered in his deep, throaty voice, "Dr. Directory, you bastard, you've trifled with me for the last time. By god, by GOD, I won't rest until I've had my just remuneration. I will hold your head in my hands, my very own flesh

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this isn't an accurant example of how i'm feeling, but it struck me as interesting: The Holy Hour by the cure I kneel and wait in silence As one by one the people slip away Into the night The quiet and empty bodies Kiss the ground before they pray Kiss the ground And slip away... I sit and listen dreamlessly A promise of salvation makes me stay Then look at your face And feel my heart pushed

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hark and the angels singg "jenni is amazin', ain't no thing"

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