[d'dn] search strings

So this is how you all find me.
  • tigers guernsey for the wizard cup 2005
  • an exampel of a haiku poem
  • *dont stare screensaver*
  • he sails tonight lyrics
  • recovery tram
  • budgie smuggler photo
  • invention of marzipan
  • slowdive
  • karappo
  • fourth reich
  • roger federer feel the touch
  • farnham youre the voice mid
  • cordite asthma
  • neo mp3
  • music shoe gazers
  • funny melbourne weather prediction
  • rosanna davison profile
  • discussion on private sex orgies in sydney
  • bondi road
  • slowdive
  • joy division screen saver
  • pirate patch
  • budgie smuggler
  • greatest speed garage tracks ever
  • slowdive avalyn
  • harry snotter
  • gravity's rainbow mp3
  • budgie smuggler
  • v8 blog
  • gravity's rainbow
  • harry snotter
  • latest speed garage mp3
We are not alone.

Comments

Anonymous said…
WE two boys together clinging,
One the other never leaving,
Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,
Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,
Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving.
No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,
Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,
Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,
Fulfilling our foray.
2/09/2005 07:38:00 am
Bob Bunyip said…
tsu
any port in a storm? the place
to find fresh fish! I saw the foraging kids
cloven from the beach
the Causes of the Terrestrial Convulsions
Lisbon, All Saints, 1755
what is metaphysics? A dark ocean without shore and lighthouse
nami
certainly different from a pulse; understanding
why two waves introduced into a medium
with perfect timing might produce
a point of displacement
�the pumps of the entelechy, its push and pull,
are attraction and repulsion�


The contemplation of such dreadful events is edifying [lehrreich].
On the feast of Stephen
2/13/2005 08:02:00 am
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