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I Miss Biggs: Tatooine Friends
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Musings on galactic politics, ancient religion, and antique weapons. All in the memory of my pal, Biggs Darklighter. This is my gang. I keep the picture with me to remember why I'm doing this at all. My friends are very important to me. I forget who took the picture but it's me and Biggs in the front, Fixer and Camie in the back. Sometimes I wonder what they're doing- probably still causing trouble and kicking up dust around Tosche. Thought you'd like to see. Posted by L. Skywalker at 09:19. I am confide...
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I Miss Biggs: I Have Leared So Much, and Yet it is Still Not Enough...
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Musings on galactic politics, ancient religion, and antique weapons. All in the memory of my pal, Biggs Darklighter. I Have Leared So Much, and Yet it is Still Not Enough. The burning pain of letting go is severe, it is intense. But it inevitably subsides, and then I find that I am bigger. And so I meditate on the Force, letting the scintillating rainbow of living light guide me and direct my thoughts, my vision, my hand, my lightsaber, my will. And "Will it take us long to get there? I could not stand i...
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I Miss Biggs: 200505
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Musings on galactic politics, ancient religion, and antique weapons. All in the memory of my pal, Biggs Darklighter. Call Me, 'Wormie'. I lost a boot. It’s the small things that really make you miserable. I mean, I could handle crashing my ship onto this forsaken mud hole of a planet. But did it really have to take my boot? So I lift out my foot and instantly lose my balance spilling my. In an instant I was a whirlwind of burning, blazing fury. I was so desperately. You’ve no idea how good it was to just...
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I Miss Biggs: Running.
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Musings on galactic politics, ancient religion, and antique weapons. All in the memory of my pal, Biggs Darklighter. I dodge limbs and vines. I leap over rocks and boiling mud pots. I run through swampy shallows and across logs. My legs burn and my arms ache. I scrabble up muddy banks. And across twisted root tangles. I make way for creatures that slumber or stalk or crouch or lurk They make way for me. And I run. Soon the ache and the burn turns to numbness and still I run. I can run forever. There ...
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Going Solo: 20050522
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Is doing a movie quote contest on his blog. I'm going to kick ass! Journal entry for 16:08. Now why would you do that? Are you some kind of hothead? You know you want me. Journal entry for 23:46. Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator. Lookin' good, Han. You look so young there, someday you should write an entry describing what was going through your mind during your showdown with Greedo. Loud whistle and catcall. I'll take a large helping of THAT! I admit it. I'll take some of that. I didn't say I.
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Going Solo: 20051002
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Run-in, Part III). As the Twilek and I were climbing the stairs (no lift in this place, the mechanism would get clogged with the dust and sand), I started prying him for the information. Who is the job for? What does he need me for? What kind of job is it? You'll have to ask him. How will this help me find information on my father? It's part of the job. The job you don't know anything about. Well, where is this geezer? Sly smile, open palm "give me money" sign). Chewie, jog his memory. Chewie and I hight...
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Going Solo: 20050717
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This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy! We'd get killed. No doubt about it. I'm not doing it. They'll keep transmitting until I come back. Actually, what'll happen is I'll. Get caught. Luke'll. Journal entry for 15:07. Lol - trust me, you'll survive. Why? Because scoundrels always do! BTW - looking good today. Damn. Crazy it is. But crazy you are anyway. Check your email could you? Crazy is what crazy does,Mr. Solo. I say,I remember you! Have you seen that star wars gangsta rap? That big ball of dea...
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Going Solo: 20050918
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OK, you know I have a secret about Vader. And, I want. To tell you what it is, but I don't know quite how to word it, so I'll just say it. Here goes:. Darth Vader. Is. My father. Sigh There, I said it. I feel like this is a support group. Hello, my name is Han Solo, and Darth Vader is my father. I haven't even told Chewie. It's not like I have proof, either. There were rumors. Whispers among my relatives. No one wanted to tell me the truth, I had to figure it out on my own. I'll tell you another secret: ...
