[1:38 p.m.] : [2003-04-02]

19 hits yesterday, not bad. i must say it is an improvement from the previous average of around five or six. but then again that is what updating four times in 36 hours can do. ok, i admit i'm not sure about those update statistics, but i am sure about the hits and i do know i've up dated more than twice in the last day or two. and as much as i enjoy having computer access and as much fun as it has been to be able to update when ever i must now slip back into obscurity and head back to davis. i've spent time with my drums, my laundry is done, and i haven't bowled in like almost 72 hours. of course going along with the amount of traffic i've been getting lately i have been getting alot (and by alot i mean some which is more than none) of people looking for various forms or porn involving "midgit's" to these people i only have the following to say: "Learn to spell you dumb pathetic bastards. Midgit is not a word, however midEt is. Good hunting and playing with your self and so forth. xoxo-mark! ...there is something i don't know i guess it's some kind of sadness behind everything i've been feeling for a while now. not a depression or a sadness for myself, i am in good spirits, but a sadness knowing there is nothing i can do, no words of encouragement that could be said that would matter. i've been listening to the cure again and it is comforting in a different way than it was when i was a brocken hearted wretch, but how so i don't know, i guess it is just one of those associated memory things. ok, i am done for now. there is more to say, but i'm still trying to work it out. so in the mean time you might want to go back and see if you have missed anything in the last couple of days. HE BREAKS THE SPELL STILL YOUNG AWAKES FROM OUT THIS DREAM OF LIFE AND LEAVES US SLEEPING STORM RACKED BLIND CONSUMED BY PHANTOM PALE DISPLAYS OF GRIEF HE SLIPS FROM OUT THIS SHADOW LAND OF PAIN WHERE HEADS GROW SORROW GREY AND AGE DESTROYS ALL HOPE AND SPIRITS CRUSHED LAMENT AND HIDE AWAY BUT WORDLESS WATCH THE SOFT SKY SMILE AND BREATHLESS HEAR THE LOW WIND SIGH "WHAT DEATH MAY JOIN NO MORE LET LIFE DIVIDE" "DREAM YOURSELF AWAKE" HE CALLS "ETERNITY AWAITS US ALL OPEN YOUR EYES AND BE WITH ME BE WITH ME... " i lied, well i didn't lie i just didn't know when i wrote it i would figure it out. i do know what is/was different, i just figured it out. i now have a hope of sorts. or if it is not a hope it is atleast an absence of dispare. HE BREAKS THE CHAINS STILL YOUNG DISPELS THE HATEFUL SHADES OF TREACHEROUS TIME AND LEAVES US SLEEPING TORTURED MUTE DEVOURED BY GHOSTLY SHAPES OF LIFE HE SLIPS FROM TIES OF DUST TO BE THE WORLD WE DREAM HE LIVES A PART OF EVERYTHING WE FEEL THE YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL AND BRAVE OF HEART BUT WORDLESS WATCH THE SOFT SKY SMILE AND BREATHLESS HEAR THE LOW WIND SIGH "WHAT DEATH MAY JOIN NO MORE LET LIFE DIVIDE" "DREAM YOURSELF AWAKE" HE CALLS "ETERNITY AWAITS US ALL OPEN YOUR EYES AND BE WITH ME BE WITH ME... " "DREAM YOURSELF AWAKE" HE CALLS "ETERNITY AWAITS US ALL - OPEN YOUR EYES"

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