If God is dead, you killed Him.



Take a shot at fustian logorrhea:


Them
Label

Location

Words









Egotistic Tendencies
RuthFace
RuthNoise























 
 
Humans
Aaron
Chris
Darren
Goliath
Jeanne
Jo-uh-oh
Jolandi
Jono corecore
Marina
Megsea
Mike
Rach Tea
Reuben the Brother
Tim
Timothy
Val
Yanni


These Might Change Your Life
It's Truth
Relevant
Irrelativity
Colossians Three Sixteen
Burnside Writers Collective
Mcsweeney's
The Haggis-On-Whey World of Unbelievable Brilliance




























Archaic


















Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Tuesday, January 31, 2006  
It's been a long and hectic week and all that stuff, and I'm sleepy. Six cds await me in March if Dan has enough money to help me get them, so Liz can collect them for me when she goes to visit him in I-da-ho. Liz is a nice girl!

Thirty people came over for lunch today.

Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! They took away the - oh wait, I just refreshed the page. It's there! I'll try and put some photos up.


My grandpa

My grandpa again

The cake I tried to bake (it was promising) looked like a bowl of poo. It was nice, but on the sweet side. I blame Betty Crocker.

Dad me brother

Trees lights beach cars lagooooooon

Jeanne me lights

Hand

Lights Jeanne me NOSTRILS!!!!

Jeanne NOSTRILS!!!! eyes

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