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Kutless: death glares

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Sunday, February 26, 2006. So you made a mistake. Shes holding a grudge. It was a complete accident. But it does not matter. Wherever you see her. You get death glares. Her name slips out. You smile and say.laugh its funny. You get nothing but death glares. Passing through the halls. She trips and falls. You see if shes ok. Still nothing but death glares. Not a word spoken. This silence is repetitive. You want to move on. Once again she does not speak. Posted by Alison 82 at 9:08 PM. Links to this post:.

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Kutless: Dear Diary...

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Tuesday, March 14, 2006. I should of known this day would come, i was just not ready for it, he got the call while i was soakin in the tub.he yells to me "honey" please come out here i have some news! Posted by Alison 82 at 4:29 PM. Links to this post:. Keene, New York, United States. I am a 23 year old in my fourth semester here at Canton. I am currently under the study of Liberal Arts and I am still undecided of what to further my education in. View my complete profile. Jessica St. Hilaire.

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Kutless: whats in your garbage?

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Sunday, April 23, 2006. Whats in your garbage? One of my other favorite work sessions that we did in class was the time that we had to either make up a story or build a poem out of things that people throw away everyday. This is the list I came up with. Some pretty interesting things I came up with. I had to write them down no matter what they were.it was all part of the lesson. What a fun one too! Posted by Alison 82 at 11:32 AM. Links to this post:. Keene, New York, United States. Arron M. Gascon.

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Alysson

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Saturday, March 18, 2006. From the 3 line thing we did in class. Creation as we know it. Even the lavish lilacs. Of the norther city. We may find it hard. To set logic and reason aside. Words are the cells. He was best loved. But with a word-a-day philosophy. The seasons colored grey. Is all so dim. It is a dynamic. Both tough and bold. But we carry on. Posted by Alysson at 5:28:00 PM. This is very very interesting, I think. It reads almost like an elegy. Are you going to work on it more?

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Ashley: March 2006

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Sunday, March 26, 2006. I love the hour before takeoff,. That stretch of no time, no home. But the gray vinyl seats linked like. Unfolding paper dolls. Soon we shall. Be summoned to the gate, soon enough. There'll be the clumsy procedure of row numbers. And perforated stubs-but for now. I can look at these ragtag nuclear families. With their cooing and bickering. Or the heeled bachelorette trying. To ignore a baby's wail and the baby's. Exhausted mother waiting to be called up early. My black face fades,.

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Kutless: Ankle Deep

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Sunday, April 16, 2006. Anticipating the cold but fresh water. As I lay in a drunken slumber. Broken hearted and oblivious. Tears trickling down my face. Sun beaming down on me. A nice swim sounds so refreshing. Why did this happen to me? Motivation is all I need. What or who can that be? To help me see the better side! Posted by Alison 82 at 2:50 PM. Good job with this. I like how it seemed to alternate between a nice sunny refreshing setting to a depressing one. Shows feelings well. Links to this post:.

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Alysson

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Sunday, March 26, 2006. To the fate which surrounds for him. With now tarnished shin. Followed by unconquerable death. Senseless act of stupidity. Leading to one final faint breath. To be never brought back. Whom had grown to be my brother. Into dismal black desert. An adversary of no crime. A now never ending remembrance. Posted by Alysson at 4:47:00 PM. Here's the weird thing: I read the. First line of the third stanza as. Take from brothers." And then . . . "brothers" appears. Very emotional, I like it.

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blackbear23: February 2006

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Hi my name is Tyler Locke. my major at suny canton is forest technology and i plan to transfer to wanakena ranger school to become a forest ranger. i like the outdoors and i like to hunt. i am also a voluteer fire fighter for Canton, NY. Thursday, February 02, 2006. Are slowly dwindling,. Pretzels and peanut butter are good,. Especially with apple juice. You can get drunk of that,. Just get more kegs if you really want to be drunk. But dont worry because I already am. But instead i ate chicken.