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Unwashed Village / map of america from 1500's
« on: December 04, 2007, 06:05:21 PM »
i wonder what kinda secret expedition went on. or if anyone really did sit and talk with natives about it.
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Unwashed Village / Wow
« on: November 19, 2007, 11:07:16 PM »
it's chucara's birthday. someone should do something shouldn't they...
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Unwashed Village / comming to terms
« on: November 18, 2007, 11:52:24 PM »
i'm sure you can guess with what.
Looking over the past few months and I don’t want to believe it, but believe it I must. I still want to believe that he’ll be back. He’s never coming back. I’ll visit him someday, but he will never be able to visit us again. Moving onto college didn’t hit me until I head the news. The first, and I wish I could say only, time that I cried in my dorm room was because I had to face some truth, I’d never read his words again. I sign on every day, wanting to see a bit of his wit. Pausing when I give my self the chance and being it with reality. We’ve had a few conversations off the board, now I’m really wishing there were more. I get flashes of a message I once sent him. I wrote a story pairing his name to a pretty kitty watching a panther escape through her window. I feel tears threatening to surface, but none quite making the jump through my eyes. I miss the connection we never had and the comments we we would always laugh about once he had written them. I still don’t want to believe it, but he’s never coming back.
Looking over the past few months and I don’t want to believe it, but believe it I must. I still want to believe that he’ll be back. He’s never coming back. I’ll visit him someday, but he will never be able to visit us again. Moving onto college didn’t hit me until I head the news. The first, and I wish I could say only, time that I cried in my dorm room was because I had to face some truth, I’d never read his words again. I sign on every day, wanting to see a bit of his wit. Pausing when I give my self the chance and being it with reality. We’ve had a few conversations off the board, now I’m really wishing there were more. I get flashes of a message I once sent him. I wrote a story pairing his name to a pretty kitty watching a panther escape through her window. I feel tears threatening to surface, but none quite making the jump through my eyes. I miss the connection we never had and the comments we we would always laugh about once he had written them. I still don’t want to believe it, but he’s never coming back.
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Unwashed Village / i need a webdeveloper
« on: November 04, 2007, 12:35:33 AM »
someone who can develop new software for a website. i know a few of you do know some stuff, but i dont know how much anyone actually knows about creating new software. it will be a paid position. i dont have full details, but when someone volunteers i'll get details to them.
any takers?
any takers?
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Unwashed Village / wasnt she the one....
« on: November 01, 2007, 03:09:05 PM »
who said that she didnt want anyone to write in teh harry potter universe after its completion?
granted part of this is for a good cause... but consistency. goddamn consistency. she's more of a whore than i thought she was.
granted part of this is for a good cause... but consistency. goddamn consistency. she's more of a whore than i thought she was.