Face On Mars


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By Brisk on Thursday, May 24, 2001 - 02:00 am:

    I had a dream that NASA held a press conference on the Face On Mars. And the press was just so amazed and at the end of the conference. I was crying I was so happy and I yelled "Finally the inevadable has come!" I had the worst best dream effect though, where I woke up and realized it didn't happen. :o(


By M on Thursday, May 24, 2001 - 09:43 am:

    What didn't happen?


By Nate on Thursday, May 24, 2001 - 01:00 pm:

    last night i became one with the universe.

    that means i can see you when you shower.

    remember that.

    sleeping too. i watch you.

    i saw you

    you know

    touch yourself

    the other night.


    DO NOT THINK THAT I DID NOT.




By dave. on Thursday, May 24, 2001 - 03:25 pm:

    HAVANA (Reuters) - Responding to an aggressively anti-Castro policy speech by President Bush, Cuba's foreign minister recommended on Thursday that he ``shut up'' or tone down his language toward the communist-run island.

    ``We didn't think it possible President Bush could speak for so long without saying absolutely anything of coherence or common sense,'' Foreign Minister Felipe Perez Roque said in the first official reaction to Bush's comments.


    i love that.


By Nate on Thursday, May 24, 2001 - 03:41 pm:

    that's hilarious. bush is the best puppethead ever.


By Brisk on Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 12:20 am:

    Sometimes I feel like the world is a dream how ridiculous and crazy it is sometimes, I made a little poem to describe it:
    -------------------------------------------------
    I wake up in this world,
    this place this here,
    but where is this place,
    and where is this here,
    looking out the window,
    asking why and how,
    understanding is my goal,
    in than and in now


By semillama on Saturday, May 26, 2001 - 03:08 pm:

    Last night I dreamed of you, a stranger
    in a silver dress that clung to your curves.

    You held me close and wanted me never to leave you again.

    I remember your angular face and straight, thick black hair that hung down to the middle of your back and your dark eyes, your sad expression.

    And in the morning you were gone again.