Tuesday, May 10, 2005

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do you ever feel like everybody is talking about nothing? i do: everyday of my life. maybe it's just me, but it seems to be especially prominent in preppy girls and generally in all boys. no offense to my guy friends online or at home, but you're all nuts!!!!!!!


On the other hand, so am I so I guess I can't complain neh?

Things You'll Never Hear Yoda Say
What expect you from someone 900 years old? English perfect???

Size matters not...hey, what are you laughing at?

Lift THAT ship?! You must be out of your mind

I cannot teach him. IQ of 30 has he. Hangs upside down in ice caves.

Duct Tape...the Force it is like. Both a light side and a dark side it has. Binds the universe together it does!

Remember all that stuff Obi-Wan taught you? Forget it.

Yeah, well oneness with the universe doesn't put food on the plate, junior.

No...there is another. Let's hope as stupid, she is not.

Never underestimate the powers of the dark side. Or is that Regis Philbin?

I cannot teach him. Land an X-wing, he cannot even.

Never underestimate the power of the dark side... or duct tape.

Yeah yeah. Force this!

Anger, fear, merchandising...the Dark Side are they!

I didn't want this job! I wanted Marlon Brando's role in 'Apocalypse Now!'

No Force? Take this, impudent nonbeliever! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So how did you like the funhouse in the cave, Luke?

Quite frankly, Mr. Skywalker, if Obi-Wan wasn't dead, I'd have him expelled.

Oh, yes, well if you're going could you take this robe to the cleaners for me? I've been wearing it for over 800 years on this stinkhole and it doesn't... Oh, judge me on my smell, will you?

Well it may be spooky, but it saves cost on burial plots and it beats cremation.

Luke, don't ask what the Force can do for you.. But what you can do for the Force.




POEM:

Inner Angel

Close your eyes and meditate
Upon yourself
Where you are.
Breathe deeply, finally.
And walk into yourself
Into the darkness.
Once there I see
A figure curled before me.
Afraid of your touch,
Eyes wide and bloodshot.
Tells tales of troubled dreams.
Arms beyond fragility;
Baby’s bones covered,
Spider web delicate skin.
My inner child.
Diminishing feathered dreams
Atop a protruding frame.
My fallen angel.
I need to protect
From you.
Kiss me,
Before my scared wings can get
Any more broken.
By you.
Before their purity’s tainted
And red flows.
Because of you.
Thick and ancient
It pulses through me,
My life source.
Like you.

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