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Thursday, June 30, 2011

the perfect space

I wanna have pride like my mother has,

And not like the kind in the bible that turns you bad.

-avetts

this is a great day. it's coffee friday on thursday at work, there are cheerwine doughnuts in the breakroom and i am almost on vacation.

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Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei
Ia ora te natura
E mea arofa teie ao nei

When you've seen the Southern Cross for the first time you'll understand just why you came this way.

Oh let us turn our thoughts today to Martin Luther King, and recognize that there are ties between us-all men and women living on the Earth, ties of hope and love, sister and brotherhood.

Scratch my back with a lighting bolt, thunder rolls like a bass drum note, the sound of the weather is heaven's ragtime band.

Day is done, gone the sun, From the lake, from the hills, from the sky; All is well, safely rest, God is nigh.

We sailed from the port of Indecision, wild and young with oh so much to learn. Days turned into years, as we tried to fool our fears. But to the port of Indecision I return.

Why are they all standing around that manky old boot? It's not a manky old boot, mate! It's a Portkey!

Strange situation, wild occupation, living my life like a song.

Yes I am a pirate, 200 years too late.

I should have been a great many things.

Don't say blast and wretch.

Got a brand new set of stencils, I've been connecting all the dots. Got my plans in a Zip-loc bag, let's see how unproductive we can be.

Times are rough and I've got too much stuff.

Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galactica.

I'm halfway round the planet in the most unlikely place.

Save the Manatees!

I believe what you sing to the clouds will rain upon you when your sun has gone away.

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery; None but ourselves can free our minds.

Follow the Equator, like that old Articulator

And the lady she hails from Trinidad, island of the spices. Salt for your meat, cinnamon sweet and the rum is for all your good vices.

Twinkle, twinkle little bat. How I wonder what you're at. Up above the world so high, like a tea plate in the sky.

You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant

Fins to the left, fins to the right

Some say faith is a childish game. Well play on children, like it's Christmas Day.

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