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| Hello |
[Jul. 25th, 2005|08:20 am] |
Date: July 25, 2905 8:20AM
| Opening Connection to ß.4.5-23 | 08.25.2337 |
Airlock 34-a Terminal Access <Port 19.1.2.128>
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| Bling! |
[Apr. 5th, 2005|07:56 pm] |
As much as a clan vid this may appear to be, it is too good to pass up on the marathon references. If you are also a Halo 2 addict, you'll love it too. Some language and mature themes.
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HAHA!
BTW: Here's where I found it, gotta give credit where it's due.
References:
[1] futuristicsexrobotz. "[No Title]". Internet: http://futuristicsexrobotz.com/dont_make_us_kick_your_ass.html, Apr. 4, 2005 [Apr. 5, 2005].
[2] Cellophane01. "Futuristic Sex Robotz ([info]fsr) Halo Song & Video (heavily cross-posted)." Internet: http://www.livejournal.com/community/bungie_marathon/12934.html, Apr. 5, 2005 [Apr. 5, 2005].
Fear my IEEE citation style, BITCHES (; |
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| A Dream of Sleep |
[Mar. 28th, 2005|01:03 am] |
Why am I awake?
I ask myself this too often, it seems. Sleep is for the privileged; I seem to be exempt. For the past couple nights I wander around the house, looking for purpose. Sometimes I sit on the deck just past midnight, and stare out to the city. The city seems beautiful, it's lights casting a gentle orange glow over the horizon. So grand, and so bright. As bright as it is, I still realize that most people would be sleeping right now. I envy them.
I walk back inside, and try not to wake the dog. I fail, she opens her eyes and asks me why I'm awake. I honestly don't know the answer. I shuffle up to my room, and stare at the silence that pervades my possessions. Dust covers most of the surfaces. I take off my shirt, pants and socks; because it's much too warm to wear them. I tilt open my blinds, and see a quiet neighbourhood. Sleeping. I crack the window open a bit, and the cool night air brings in the sounds of the railways a couple clicks away. I close my blinds, and keep the street lamps glare out. Slipping into bed, I stare at the ceiling. At the dresser. At the clock. It's red letters shine out, softly casting a glow on the night stand. I gradually drift off to sleep, and my mind takes me away…
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| Empowered! |
[Oct. 20th, 2004|08:34 am] |
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I am empowered! I have used my radical abilities to remove spam comments from my blog, and will continue to do so. In the future, comments advertising other communities without a meaningful message will be... expunged. |
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