solo oigo trueno,
mis pensamientos han sido en la tormenta,
la lluvia esta limpia, pero no es el mismo para mi
Monday, March 31, 2003
red wraps around a face,
perhaps I was too afraid to believe,
naive.
the sun shaded by the earth,
shoelaces flail in the wind,
fallen.
interesting how the sirens ring,
stowed in a pocket,
concrete.
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Saturday, March 29, 2003
Sunday, March 16, 2003
its hard to see out the window,
when its painted black.
its hard to laugh,
when only pain is left.
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Monday, March 10, 2003
RAMBO III
Today I used John Rambo and a scene from Rambo III to make a point about the evolving thesis. Once you have the text, you need to chisle away the excess to make your thesis the right one, it takes some sculpting but it is always there. Just like Rambo is a soldier, even if it wasn't for the army and the colonel.
On top of all of that I just wanted to use RAMBO III as an example in this freshman rhetoric course. no one questioned it. ha.
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Saturday, March 08, 2003
flew a kite today.
onur got his stuck in a tree and for over an hour he threw a piece of wood at it. to no avail
let's go fly a kite.
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Sunday, March 02, 2003
i would like at childrens shoes when I was about 10 or so and would determine if they were needy.
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