Tag: flying
group name: btp
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March 13, 2007 06:56 PM EDT --
The "flying imams" decided that now would be a good time to sue U.S. Airways in response to their removal last year. To refresh peoeple's memory:
(from Wiki)
According to some passengers . . . more
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January 31, 2007 12:34 PM EST --
one stich in time one moment as memory
one verse one line one gift from posterity
I remember you
though this has never been enough
its never been enough
since I lost you
one moment of truth one moment . . . more
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January 30, 2007 07:10 PM EST --
John Edwards likes to talk about the "two Americas." Have you heard his little stump speech?
This is a man that is building a six million dollar, 29,000 square foot mega mansion. Some of his . . . more
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March 08, 2007 04:49 AM EST --
better off dead is what they said
but I never believed it
I knew him and it wasn't true
no one took the time to look through the scars
fear forced them to turn away
he was ten when his brother lit . . . more
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March 07, 2007 10:45 PM EST --
The first requirement is very simple. Post links. Whatever you are interested in, is going to be the reason someone is reading your work.
The whole world of blogging is about niche publishing, catering . . . more
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March 08, 2007 04:06 AM EST --
when the sun comes up and I feel the sun through the window
the wonder of being alive rushes over me for yet another day
each breath is the essence of excitement in the air
the aroma of toast and bacon . . . more
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March 07, 2007 09:57 PM EST --
echoing memories
conflicting images creating discrepancies
subtle messages seem to suffuse my head
mixed emotions of excitement and dread
there is nothing left but fantasy
there is no path back to reality . . . more
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March 08, 2007 02:51 AM EST --
episodic and random
no chronology
yet there exists a common thread
only a handful of characters
though in any given sequence of events
their ages are not linear but chaotic
forty five then ten
eleven then . . . more
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March 03, 2007 11:13 PM EST --
me and you
you and me
with our own eyes
we see the same things
we are free to believe
whatever we will believe
we are also free to dream
misty morning
window open
you rise from bed
as your memory seems . . . more
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