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t h e b e e b o x: The Nameless

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Laquo; The Last Stand. Real Simple ». Even as I am spun around in. The vortex of work, my mind wanders off at the oddest of moments. As I walk across the street to a waiting taxi, I think woefully about how lately, things, instead of taking on clarity or a more defined quality as I grow older, seem to be shedding identity, becoming unfamiliar, becoming less and less describable. I’m beginning to lose definitions for things. What do you call the blank pages at the end of books? What is it, what? You menti...

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t h e b e e b o x: So, Am I?

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Laquo; Living In Dangerous Times. Out Of Cold Mountain ». So, Am I? Of business, I have. As in a non- Nietzsche. To be asked this on a Monday, of all days, is particularly thought-provoking. 06:27 PM in Bee Stings. Responded: When someone asks me about Nietzche in the morning, I reach for my gun. just get a government grant. 08 May 2008 at 02:56 AM. Mebbe you should have responded: When someone asks me about Nietzche in the morning, I reach for my gun. Now thats thought-provoking! Posted by: banzai cat.

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t h e b e e b o x: Love's Labor = Loaf?

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Laquo; Them Bones. Beach Bumming ». Love's Labor = Loaf? If all goes according to. Our sketchy plan, a friend and I might just be sipping some liquid similar to this a few hours from now. At a pretty little strip of beach. Can’t wait to squish some warm sand between my toes. I might bring back a few pictures. Maybe a tan? Perhaps, if I am so inclined. We love, we labor, we lose, and then sometimes, when we’re lucky we loaf. See ya all when I get back! 08:47 PM in The Hive. Big smiles, guys. So, Am I?

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t h e b e e b o x: Brokeback Melons

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Laquo; Missing Girl. Them Bones ». Even in the streets of Cebu,. As though the much-examined Ang Lee film,. Has a few runaway parodies. While stewing in the hot confines of a taxi under suspect air-conditioning, I was jolted out of my misery by a sharp tap on the window. It was one of those enterprising ladies who hawk their wares in the streets, mid-traffic. She had on a black cowboy hat. No, make that. As can be expected, the web is awash with. Parodies. Here’s one. For (by) Mac geeks. Hello ie. I ...

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t h e b e e b o x: Book Me

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Laquo; Beach Bumming. Bite That Apple ». He left the book on the topmost row. Of the shelf where I keep the television. It is a new book, one he knows I haven’t read yet. I do not like how he continues to keep knowledge of things that pertain to me. More to the point, I do not like him presuming that all the things he used to know about me still hold true. Until such time that he can bring me another one? Too many to contemplate, I think. Still, I slowly crack open the spine and fall in. Hi TS: link away!

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t h e b e e b o x: Missing Girl

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Laquo; All Together Now, Ambiguously. Brokeback Melons ». And all the people that you know. Will turn their heads as you go by. But you'll be hard to recognize. With the top down and the wind blowing, blowing. You’re Not The Girl You Think You Are. As I lay in bed last night,. I miss being single. I long for the driftless, purposeless, aimless ambling I used to be able to do. I did all that very well. I turned my back to a boy, remorselessly. I wrote long, intimately unfolding letters, shamelessly&#4...

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t h e b e e b o x: All Together Now, Ambiguously

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Laquo; Look Out, Headbutt! Missing Girl ». All Together Now, Ambiguously. Send someone to love me. I need to rest in arms. Keep me safe from harm. Give me endless summer. Lord I fear the cold. Feel I'm getting old. The universe is sending me. Mysterious signals, and it’s using a Brit pop star to channel in. This is today’s surprise endless loop on iTunes. A boy song. Or could be a girl song, just as well. Gimme endless summer, yes gimme! The pic above is from the William’s. Album, which features.

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t h e b e e b o x: Living In Dangerous Times

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Laquo; A Shell That Sang. So, Am I? Living In Dangerous Times. A desk is a dangerous place from which to watch the world. I suspect that I am suffering. From diminishing lucidity. It’s a condition that causes one to lose clarity of thinking, an affliction that reduces all mind processes to mud. I am a proxy server that refuses connections, I am error 404, I am a fatal head slump on the leather desk blotter. I think I just need to go home. 07:14 PM in Bee Stings. Posted by: lee 18 May 2006 at 12:44 PM.

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t h e b e e b o x: Bite That Apple

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Laquo; Book Me. A Shell That Sang ». I haven’t really felt the need to. Justify my love for Macs yes, those gorgeous wonders of technology that just keep getting better and better. With each new product. I just love ‘em, and I don’t pay much attention to those who attempt to argue the merits of one over the other. Now, the Apple guys have unleashed a whole new ad campaign that places Macs alongside PCs. Wanting a Mac, I bet. 06:05 PM in Bee Stings. Мы вскрытие замков автомобиля металических дверей в стол...