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<eventtime>2006-01-04 18:04:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2006-01-04 23:15:34</logtime>
<subject>AJC</subject>
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Recent experience has shown me that appearantly I'm not going to change anyone's mind about anything, so arguing with them is pointless. I was briefly tempted to delete the entire live journal, but have instead simply deleted the AJC talk back segment I posted here: A)Because I don't want it as a reminder of my stupidity. I already have one earlier in the journal. I don't need another. B)Because I don't want to get into an argument about the ACLU. This is not an attempt to silence argument. I love my family very much. I use this vehicle as a format for personal exploration and clarification of who I am. The frustration I feel at the universe has nothing to do with them. Though, to be honest, I don't think I have ever convinced a family member of anything either.
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<itemid>12757</itemid>
<eventtime>2006-01-24 13:30:00</eventtime>
<logtime>2006-01-24 18:44:41</logtime>
<subject>Mystigraphic Mojo</subject>
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by Redwin Tursor Sitting in the corner In a bar that no one knows In the wing of the hotel 'Neath neon flashlight glows, I'm ambigulating poison I'm injesting all the vibe Sensing out the feelers Of my solo mojo tribe. Am I one or am I two? Cause three is just a crowd I see you there across the room No changlings are allowed. I sing the song of magic A whisk as old as ages We tango in the word-light Of amber lighted stages. You feel my power I see your heart You hear my wa-caress The way the talking melts you Is almost cruel duress It isn't in the content It isn't in the style Its all about the mojo girl And how I make you smile Glitter glamour graphics All images that slide One moves into another I weave, I spin, I glide. I wear my shield beneath my cloak The veneer is paper thin Yet imagination's purest herbicide Makes steel strong as sin Truth is more than magic. Truth is more than words. Its all about the way you are Skating clockwise to the herds. Parametric petifors Politely Pardon Praise Wrapping ribbons made of chaos In your mind's core hollow maze. Your thoughts are a computer I'm just sending you some spam That sells you things that mean it; Metaphoric Peanutbutter in Galactic-Berry Jam. I've tilted on the pinball You've heard the message true You smirk and think you've got me Just two monkeys in the zoo. Once a ripple, now a flood Our zeitgeist made for two True love is more than just a soap box. I sense satifacton mete through you.
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