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name - velocity
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6/13/2004 11:16:00 PM
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We were constantly running water over our fingers and our faces and our hands, we were running it through our hair. We were getting up and pulling the paper towels of red carpet and trying to dry ourselves off. We want to be clean. We are clean damnit.
I don’t even have a chair to sit in and my ass is getting hard
We are hard damnit
Fried burritos, and jalapeño poppers and sandwiches... western family mayonnaise/ nobody misses me
The cheap stuff mixed in with the good stuff. I want to drive over to your house and feel you up. a westscott bay oyster deep down into your forest of felt good feeling.
Cattle rails on the road, breaking legs horrible images on better sunset warm summer nights. This good feeling of getting clean erasing all the history canvasing the bad
I feel like we aren’t trying hard enough, you aren’t trying hard enough, we don’t make enough money to be here and yet we are here. And we see candyland and we don’t want to go, please don’t take us, take us away.... take us away.
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760
name - JS.com
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6/13/2004 9:24:36 PM
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my head was a condemned church with a ceiling of bats but i swung from this dark mood to euphoria when i thought about wrldmrie
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759
name - spillane
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6/13/2004 9:12:37 PM
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i said to her, "hey, do you want me to bang my cock around inside of you for a little bit?"
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758
name - um...
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6/13/2004 8:03:42 PM
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The mental images would be too much to take. Even as I type, my fingers burn and theres a fire in my belly. A fire not unlike the one your imaginary partner would feel down below the next time she pee's.
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757
name - spillane
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6/13/2004 5:41:30 PM
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but you could imagine
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756
name - dont lie
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6/13/2004 4:15:44 PM
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no your not.
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755
name - spillane
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6/12/2004 2:32:10 PM
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ps: but at least i am gettin laid.
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754
name - spillane
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6/12/2004 8:36:03 AM
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My ex-wife has a boyfriend named Cruz
My car has been impounded with an exponential price tag
For some reason I am not receiving mail
My long distance telephone service isn’t hooked yet I am paying for it
My old land lord forged some of my checks then bounced to the bank
everything I own is in the negative
and if i hear one more rapper talk about street life and how hard they had it growing up i will fucking shoot someone
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753
name - spillane
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6/11/2004 11:44:40 PM
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pulled out my clock and beat it against history
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752
name - chris
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6/11/2004 9:48:11 AM
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its a celebration, bitches...
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751
name - chris
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6/11/2004 12:01:25 AM
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we are back in business. for those of you with email accounts, you may be missing some old mail. don't worry, i should be able to get it back. for now, the site is up and running and email should be working as well.
let me know if you guys run into any problems.
thanks!
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750
name - spillane
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6/3/2004 8:53:04 PM
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in reference to "can you read this, will you read this" i believe to be the 05-12-04 entry... if you read it that is.
Bono: No Live Aid II
The earlier reported rumours of Live Aid II have now been denied by Bono himself. British newspaper The Sun reported that U2's Bono is planning a repeat of the 1985 Live Aid concerts with Radiohead amongst the headliners. First time organizer Bob Geldof denied his involvement immediately. On Irish TV News (RTE Television) today, Bono said that there are no plans for Live Aid II.
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749
name - s
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6/3/2004 12:43:52 PM
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The monkeys were unaffected by the surgery, Nicolelis said. But now they had tufts of wires protruding from their heads, which could be hooked up to other wires that ran through a computer and on to a large mechanical arm.
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748
name - amber alert.
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6/2/2004 3:32:19 PM
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hey spillane,
I need your new address to send you a pipebomb...um I mean some stuff of YOURS I found while packing for the big trip-o. Or just give me your moms address....281 Camden Court? Its mostly books.
On a totally unrelated topic, does anywone know where I can get some anthrax?
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747
name - spillane
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6/2/2004 3:05:19 PM
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i've got to poop
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746
name - r
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6/1/2004 7:48:35 AM
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do guestbooks have a spam filter?
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745
name - AK
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5/31/2004 3:08:54 PM
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Recently, I saw an E! Entertainment television program on the salacious divorce between Pamela Anderson and rocker Tommy Lee...I couldn't help but make some comparative observations within my own break up strife...
For example, besides myself being extremely good looking with long blonde hair and taught boobies, I too share in Pamela's problem with ugly obsessive ex-lovers.
Tommy lee and James, although not exactly similar in the "girth" down below, do share a mutual love for their video cameras in the bedroom. While the Anderson-Lee video went public on an international scale, the Spillane-Kiker videos just made it to a few select friends and one accidental viewing by his mother while searching for a christmas tape.
Tommy served four months in jail after a "domestic spat gone bad" with Pam where she suffered a bruised cheek, Amber relaxed with some ice tea on the veranda while James went to the hospital nursing a really nasty scar and a ruptured ear drum after a round with the queen of fury, yours truly.
In the end both couples went there seperate ways. Tommy Lee bitterly spiraling out of control in a drinking, fucking, bender. Pam finding solice in her new love Kid Rock. James has his website and online porn, while Amber embarks on yet another cross continental journey into the unknown.
Ahhh yes, breaking up is hard to do, but we'll always have the memories.....
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744
name - Ak
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5/30/2004 5:30:04 PM
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just kidding. Please don't throw away my artwork. I don't care about my writing but alot of those sketches are old and silly yet oddly important to me. (plus the footage of my sisters wedding.
Here are some options...
You can either:
A: Mail them in a jumbo folder you get at the post office for $1.39.
or...
B: BURN THEM IN A RAGING INFERNO OF YOUR UNDYING HATRED FOR THAT STUPID CUNT AMBER!!!! WOOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!
the postage should be alot cheaper than fire logs, although the thought of you dancing around a midnight blaze naked with a crazy gleam in your eye has its redeeming qualites.
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743
name - ak
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5/30/2004 5:20:09 PM
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this could get ugly. but then again ugly is what james does best so in the voice of boxing announcer Fredrick Dupaul "LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE!"
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742
name - Crazy ex-girlfriend
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5/30/2004 4:49:10 PM
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as if i call or email you..... dork.
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741
name - spillane
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5/30/2004 1:51:31 PM
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we should change the website to "crazy ex-girlfriend.com" oh, and also, i am fat, egotistical, pale, stupid, gay, and i have warts on my wang. now with all that said, don't you have a plane to catch.
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740
name - spillane
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5/30/2004 1:47:56 PM
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Theoretically, this should be a cake walk. since i dont give two flying fucks about your shit. simplist thing to do is to throw it out. problem solved, no reason to call or e-mail or sign the guestbook.
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739
name - ak
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5/29/2004 4:58:51 PM
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its called a MAIL BOX, I'll send you a stamp....send whatever will fit in it.
Its like talking to an eight year old. Theoretically, this should be a cake walk.
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738
name - amber (just a quick one)
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5/29/2004 4:53:28 PM
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As amber jumps off her soapbox she is astonished to discover the ground directly below her: "ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG" plop.
Jessica hates me now? and chris? amazing what can happen when you remain silent.
confused she stumbles away from her beloved soap box and on with her bad self.
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737
name - spillane
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5/29/2004 4:51:40 PM
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amber, just spoke to chris, sorry the "transition" isn't all that easy. amber truthfully i have already had my closure with you, so you can jump off your soap box when ever your ready. chris has none of your stuff. i threw out all your clothes, (there were just some pants 'cords' the and a few tee shirts.) i kept all you paperwork in my files, anything that was "important" and i even kept all your writing on the computer and put it into a seperate folder that i can e-mail you if you want. the only thing i think is worth anything would be the antique sewing thing which i have.
currently the sewing machine thing is in the old apartment and i was planing on getting my books and that out of there this thursday. if you want i can drop it off at chris' or i can take it up to my apartment and hold it for you until you get back from malaysia i could actually use it. it makes no difference to me. either way, i don't want to see you personaly. so let me know what you want me to do. chris dosnt want to be the middle man, but if you want to, tell him. i want you to make a decision and as to what you want me to do with it so you dont talk to me, chris, jessica or anyone ever again and just go one with your bad self. june 6th is right around the corner, and soon none of us, exspecially me, will have to deal with the trials and tribulations of amber kiker.
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