An Englishman in New England

An Englishman in New England

Work like no-one's watching, dance like you don't need the money, and hurt like you've never been loved.
 

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Confess, sinner
Things fall apart. The center cannot hold.
Change your perceptions. They're lame.
I have a dream.
I am Jack's imaginary friend
Don't think. Just Grow.
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Rehabilitating Mr. Wiggles
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This man is everything I hope to be, artistically
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currently. . .

[Playing] Oh, holy Halo 2, Xbox
[Reading] War of the Worlds
[Songs of the Moment] Freelove Freeway, Ricky Gervais/David Brent & Noel Gallagher (The Office), Let Me Love You, Mario
[Movie(s) of the Moment] Before Sunset

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Pussy Perspectives
The Laid List
Liquored Up and Lookin' Fer Pussy
Orphan Rampage
The Office and David Carradine
Urkel's Calling
A Wee Turtle's Head
Non-Event Horizon
Taxatives
The Illusion of Time
Born To Run
Bush Humor
Fiendster: The Anti-Friendster
Crusoe and the INS
Peak Oil
Smile for me, Mona
Spin the bullet bachelor party
Spin the bullet part II
Heaven and Home
Heal the world

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Sunday, April 25

Earth Day? Well of course I remember what it used to be like.

Compared to the Earth Days of yore, this one was a bit of a damp squib.

Yes, kids, I remember the good ol' Earth Days, when we'd celebrate by building a roaring bonfire, made up of as many old tires, refridgerator coils and CFC-laden spraycans as possible. Mother would spend all day roasting stacks of hormone-grown 3lb steaks, and we'd come tramping in, drenched from gasoline fights with other children in the neighborhood. Ah, I can still taste the thick, refreshing glasses of crude we drank to wash down all that pesticide-ridden food. Then, when we were done, as a special treat, father would fire up the SUV, an-

*whisper whisper*

What? What do you mean, 'it's about conservation'?!?