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thewhistler
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
 
It has been too long. But i have been afraid to write. Scared of you. Of what you think. Of what I think. Of what you might think. And of what that might make me think.
I've got to write about this party thing i went to. Its got to be written about. But there is no time now. Later.
Laters.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
 
just got back from the most amazingest KIN ever...wow...such a great vibe. There were stories of native american ancestors, tales from greece about girls being imprisoned in shoes, beautiful voices and comedy songs, smiles, laughter, good chat, nice people....magical. Welcome the spring, where creation comes alive after a wee snooze. To new things.
The time displayed on these blogs are wrong. But time is quite weird. I used to be thirty-three and three quarters eveyday, not too long ago.

Tuesday, February 10, 2004
 
The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field. But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away. When the wheat sprouted and formed ears, then the weeds also appeared. The owners's servants came to him and said, 'Sir, didn't you sow good seed in your field? Where then did the weeds come from?'
'An enemy did this', he replied.
The servants asked him, 'Do you want us to go and pull them up?'
'No', he answered, 'because while you are pulling the weeds, you may root up the wheat with them. Let both grow together until harvest. At that time I will tell the harvesters: First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles to be burned; then gather the wheat and bring it into my barn'.

The game of football is a good thing, and I like David Beckham...a lot. Genuinely excited about life. Another epic evening in the raven's nest. Thank you Cyber Monk and Cheer-Leader Girl.
Monday, February 09, 2004
 
I was going to write about how tracing paper reminds me of the loo paper you got at school, and how that used to cut rather than clean your bottom...but i would like to try and keep this blog as clean as possible. Perhaps this blog has been born out of a deep desire to procrastinate...
Must finish tracing Islamic manuscript.
Friday, February 06, 2004
 
the whistler is born again

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