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yeeeeeeeah boyeeeee

I'm watching a Public Enemy concert on the telly. Flava Flav is now 40 years old. And he still wears his hat sideways. And he's got some big old pants on. That's pretty cool. He looks tired though. And Chuck D just yelled at him for goofing around. Poor Flav. Always having to carry that big ass clock around his neck. Damn.

Some friends are building a cool ass site. It's like a journal of the Seattle indie scene. Check it out:

Three Imaginary Girls

I'm doing all the dev and database work on it. It's cool to be working on a site that people will actually visit. Neato.

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(Anonymous)
Jul. 9th, 2002 04:59 am (UTC)
neato is still a very cool word...if you liked that song by the showmen, you should listen to their classic of "it will stand"...one of the best....definitely neato.
(Anonymous)
Jul. 9th, 2002 02:08 pm (UTC)
So..
Which GIRL are you?
vespa59
Jul. 9th, 2002 08:52 pm (UTC)
Re: So..
Uh... I'm the one who moved on past third grade, where we tried to get a rise out of a boy by calling him a girl. Sorry you didn't make it.
lytha
Jul. 9th, 2002 08:34 pm (UTC)
3 imaginary boys
one of my favorite cure songs....

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
walk across the garden in the footsteps of my shadow
see the lights out no one's home
in amongst the statues
stare at nothing in the garden moves
can you help me?

close my eyes and hold so tight
scared of what the morning brings
waiting for tomorrow, never comes.

deep inside the empty feeling
all the nighttime leaves me
three imaginary boys

slip in thru the door
hear my heartbeat in the hallway
echoes round and round inside my head
drifting up the stairs
i see the steps behind me disappearing
can you help me?

close my eyes and hold so tight
scared of what tomorrow brings
waiting for tomorrow never comes

deep inside the empty feeling
all the nighttime leaves me
three imaginary boys

see the cracked reflection standing still
before the bedroom mirror
over my shoulder no one's there
whispers in the silence
pressing close behind me
pressing close behind

can you help me?
can you help me?
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

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