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I am not a random, non-sensical lunatic, and my blog is not full of inane rants and ravings. What's so great about that stuff anyway?

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More Stuff (sounds interesting, doesnt it?)

well, i thought of a bit more to say. {yet another warning: i dont know what im talking about in this entry....but pay attention to me!!!!!!!!!} gosh, the democrats. its okay to burn, cut up, trample in mud, make ponchos out of, or in any way disrespect the american flag because its free speech! but the confederate flag? AHHH! MUST NOT BE ALLOWED! the democrats are so unpopular in the south there is practically a bounty on them. i would talk about social security, but i dont know anything

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I don't know what I'm talking about

{warning: I dont know what im talking about} Iraq had its elections last night and early today. on the television, there were people (in Iraq) dancing in the streets in lines, and singing and hugging each other. women were going without veils and had on jeans and thier hair dyed. one woman who had a baby last night named it Election, and another named hers Liberty. I think Iran will be short behind them in it. im sort of suspicious that the new president is going to become some new Saddam,

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Traditional Morality

Ive mentioned Traditional Morality several times on UM. i think i understand it well enough to explain it now, so i will. Traditional Morality is the political.....movement, since i cant think of a better word for it, that advocates a return to the traditional moral-type beliefs of the past (meaning mostly Christian-based). of course, the people that follow this movement (called Traditional Moralists) dont all believe the same exact things, but, in general, they think the government should take

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You can if you think you can

usually, i really hate those sappy, feel-good "you can if you think you can" type stories (i mean, REALLY), but i have one to relate that is 100% real and can fill up a blog entry very nicely indeed. first, let me introduce the cast. i was going to change their names to protect their identities, but i decided i didnt need to, mainly since theyre all chickens: Attila the Hun - a Sumatra, among the very top of the pecking order, big, strong, mean, a real lady's man, and he gets anything he wants

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Ransom Note

Im sure youve heard any text thats hard to read (usually because it's got sticky caps or too much text effects) described as being like a ransom note. well, i got it into my little mind to make an ACTUAL ransom note. JoHN: I hAve yOur CaT. ENcloSed is A pIctuRE of THE Cat, tieD tO A CHair. I WILL AccEpt A Payment OF ONE MilLion DolLarS for IT'S SaFe ReTURN. YOU CanNOT Find ME. YOU CanNOT trACe ME. SinCeRely, MUDBOOTS

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Back / Blood / Hats (again)

Well, im back. maily because i couldnt leave.......or something. but, see, ive been blogging off and on the whole time, so expect a flood of new entries over the next few days as i switch them from draft to published form (no, i didnt really need to tell you that, but i was bragging because i figured out how to use the draft option). a couple nights ago, i looked down into a bucket that was on the ground in the barn and saw two mosquitos in it. normally, i hate killing things, i never stom

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The Peculiar and Paradoxical Mr. Pwibble

a "pointless" style shortstory, that started out as a character sketch, much inspired by Disch. as always, imput is vastly appreciated. The Peculiar and Paradoxical Mr. Pwibble Mr. Pwibble was a sweet, happy little man that lived in a sweet-looking, happy little house. He was, on the surface, what most people associate with a sweet, happy little man; he was short, with a smiling face and squinty eyes, and absolutely no hair on the top of his head but great mounds of frizzy, spirally hair o

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POEM HELP!

I saw an Owl Late last night; The night the moon Was glowing bright. The owl glided In the moon’s pearly light On silent wings – A gorgeous sight. The Owl touch’d down To the thick-grassed ground And flew up again Without a sound. As the owl flew off I thought I saw That it had a mouse In its firm-gripping claw. Some death is as quiet As the flight of a bird; Some death is as quiet As an unspoken word. I wrote that poem myself, and i rather proud of it. i

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adieu and thanks

well, im going to be leaving internet forums all together for a while, this one included. its really a bad time what with the blog just started and all that, but i plan on coming back eventually. i just wanted to say a few words of thanks before leaving to everybody, for tolerating my garbage and listening when you did, but a few good folks especially, in no particular order: Cheat - (cheat was my buddy for M. Snufferpuffer's 'Make a Buddy Day'), youre just so nice its almost scary. Mme.

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house chicken & stuff

well, Mme. Dot, its a typical chicken, you know the sort, named Marie Jolie. she's sick with crop impaction, which is pretty much when they eat so much food so fast that their digestive system almost shuts down. yes, theyre brilliant animals. so you have to feed the chicken very little, force it to drink alot, and keep it walking around so it will get its bowels moving. now, the weather is not cold outside, its just perfect, and there is a perfect spot for Marie Jolie to stay until she gets bett

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spam

an artical i found. note that the whole thing cannot be taken seriously. Spam, an important word in internet terminology, has two main definitions: One ~ an unwanted E-mail message, often one that advertises a website, attempts to sell a product, or begs the receiver of the message to forward an attached chain letter Two ~ any misplaced conversation on an internet forum It is the second definition that we are concerned with. A ‘misplaced conversation’ would mean a conversation that’

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sleepless mudboots

so i didnt sleep tonight. how does mudboots occupy his time when hes got an entire night with nothing to do? i read an entire book on mythical creatures in heraldry and design motifs. when i couldnt focus my eyes enough for that, i watched Easy Rider. about when they were on an LSD trip in the cemetary with the two prostitutes, i was so zoned out i was almost on an acid trip myself. minus the acid, just the trip. but i stayed up all night. no nightmares for me. you know when the two main char

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Sixteen Tons

this is my absolute favorite song of all time. best when done by Tennesse Earnie Ford. Some people say a man is made out of mud A poor man's made out of muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's weak and a back that's strong Chorus: You load sixteen tons, and whattaya get? Another day older and deeper in debt St. Peter don'cha call me, cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company sto' I was born one morning when the sun didn't shine I picked up my

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nightmare & reality check

well, i had the most horrible dream last night that i have ever had i my life. unfortunately, i escaped being killed in the dream. that means ill have to watch the continuation of the story the next time i go to sleep. because of this, the next time i go to sleep will not be tonight. or, if i can help it, the night after that. i hate to think how much technology has invaded my life within the past two years. if you had asked me three years ago why i didnt want a computer with the internet, i

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Medieval Bestiary

This is a writing project i felt like trying. i might add more later. First, let me tell a little about what a bestiary is. In the medieval ages, the Catholic Church had outlawed the owning of a Bible or any other religious book by any one not part of the clergy, with the exceptions of breviaries, the book of Psalms, and bestiaries. Bestiaries were short, magazine-like publications, full of brief descriptions of a real or imaginary animal’s appearance and habits. These little descriptions w

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Snoop-dog, Socrates, Tull & death to computers

my entry to-day is somewhat shallow and definantely not thought provoking. bare with me. Socrates said, "The wise are doubtful." that is so true. if anybody reading that happens to think it would make a good profile quote or something, have at it. i respect George Foreman. hes not just a famous, rich black man; hes a famous, rich, black, SMART man. he has invested smart. unlike most of these damn famous people, he came out with more money in the end than he had in the beginning and still wit

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UM social shifts and rubber chickens

M. Falco said that, and its got me thinking. thats not the only big shift going on on UM right now. does it seem to anybody else that the younger members are being accepted more and more into the forum? lately i see us being truly listened to, and recognized, and most of all, stepping outside of our age group and talking and being talked to, in ways that we havent been doing in a long time. i got a rubber chicken today. it was supposed to be a christmas present, but it came in the mail late. it

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crazy=cool?

why is being crazy cool? you see all the blogs with descriptions like 'nothing but the inane banter of a crazy person' or 'things i like to rant poinlessly about' or 'this probably wont make any sense to anybody' and such. why does everybody seem set on pretending theyre insane? is it really that cool to be crazy? why do all my fellow teenagers incessantly remind everybody that they are 'the craziest person ever' and 'just off the edge of insanity' and 'going insane' and such? normally, i would

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pointlessness

you know what? chimpanzees can learn to recognize their reflection in mirrors, but monkeys cannot. and something else; in about twenty-seven days, an average human has had all the skin cells on his/her face replaced. i wonder why i stay on this forum. i have lots of fun here, its my all-time favorite site on the internet. i dont really have any friends here. there are alot of people that are very nice to me when they dont have to be, im friendly with alot of people, but i dont really have

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John Barleycorn

'John Barleycorn Must Die' is one of my favorite songs. dig the lyrics, second version, best played by Traffic, in my opinion. There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try. And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn must die. They plowed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, threw clods upon his head, And these three men made a solemn vow: John Barleycorn was dead. Then they let him lie for a very long time 'til the rains from heav'n did fall, And lit

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next fad

i read a neat artical in some magazine. it was about 'fad hunters'. fad hunters are people hired by big clothing companies to figure out what is going to be the next fad, and of course the idea is to figure it out BEFORE it gets popular. they interview folks that are agreed to be cool, like famous singers and movie stars and such, and observe sale trends in clothes and music and such; they dont decide what will be cool next, they just get cool folks to help them figure it out. right now, the

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facts of interest

heres some neat facts off the top of my head. some of them i read today: when you put your hands over your ears, you know that low rumbling noise you hear? thats the muscle cells in your arms and hands tightening and relaxing themselves. it has been clinically prooven that underarm hair significantly reduces friction from moving one's arms. Minmi, a small armored dinosaur from Australia, is has the shortest name among dinosaurs. when you put a shell over your ear, you know that splash

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hats and dinosaur colors

you know whats sad? that nobody wears hats anymore. the age of the hats is gone. if you watch an older television show, especially one from the fifties, youll notice that everybody wore hats back then. all the men had hats, all the women had hats, even all the kids wore hats. nobody even went out their house without some kind of hat on. now, the only hats being worn are baseball caps, straw hats (usually worn only by little old ladies working in their flower beds) and those stupid floppy-brim fe

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starting off this blog

well, im going to try this thing out. im not going to talk about things that happen to me, that stuff isnt boring but its definantely nothing yall want to hear about. i think that ill talk more about thing im thinking about. first, some of my favorite sites to go to. ((( lyrics box ))) - its got lyrics. to songs. LOTS of them. old ones that are hard to find, too. ((( gareth long's encylopedia ))) - its a sort of field guide to mythical creatures. its got short, concise articles on ALOT of c

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