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Name: Clark
Gender: Male


Interests: Hacky Sack *footbag*, video games, Karate.
Expertise: Rockin' the Driftwood.
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Nonprofit


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Member Since: 4/24/2003

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Monday, May 30, 2005

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Fuck this. I sat here with a blank window for about 10 minutes. I have nothing to say.


Thursday, May 19, 2005

They say that each writer gets one exclamation point in their lives.
    It's a trite punctuation mark. How does a punctuation mark get to be trite? Has it been so overused? No. No one uses them, because we all only get one. Who decided that we shouldn't use them?
    But they're right. Even as I think about it, it seems a bit stupid. I think it was the show "Seinfeld" that had an episode about it.
    The boy went inside to put on his sweater!
    They're right. It's lame.
    That was my one.


Thursday, May 05, 2005

There comes a time in a young man's life when he realizes... he needs to update his lame online journal.
    My brother is moving up... and out in the world. And he's being a bitch about it, too. He keeps like, making a lame ass effort at getting my attention and then taking my silence as a yes to do whatever the fuck he wants with my stuff. I'm in a very... don't-touch-my-stuff mood. So I just bitched at him... and now he's angry at me. Meh, fuck it. I'll blame the hormones. That's easy to do.

At the end of the Blue Line
At Forest Park
There's a man there who sits in the dark
And offers people a slice of heaven
For a paper and a dollar eleven.

And he'll roll it out, and hold it up
and wait for you to take a puff.
And watch all your dreams slide past
And smile when your eyes get glassed.

But the glint in his eye says something else
That he can almost taste your health.
He taps his foot sometimes, to a beat
While he looks at you, a piece of meat.

But it's not hard to glance away
and not really listen to what he has to say
But if you asked him, he'd agree
The best devil is the one you can't the see.


Thursday, April 28, 2005

Here's a fun game, you go and type in the first word of the thingie into the google image search, and post the first image that comes up. Yay.

The Place You Grew Up In:
Sorry it's small, the full sizer is wackedly ginormous. Maybe you can click on it and check it out.
Your Name:
OMFG this Cat is hot. All of these are fucking hilarious, go type my name in the Google search.
Your Best Friends Name (illegal question!):


Awesome.
Your Crush/Boyfriend's/Girlfriend's Name:
Whoever built this has too much time on their hands. Holy Hell.
Your Grandma's Name:
The image “http://maryloulord.yi.org/gfx/marylou.jpg” cannot be displayed, because it contains errors. Sweet
Your Favourite Food:
Aww hell Yes.
Your Favourite Drink:
It's Mango/Orange Juice.
Your Favourite Song:
Mmmm.
Your Favourite Shoes:
I WISH I owned those.

That is all. Thanks for tuning in to WLKT- All Eli, All The Damn Time.





Saturday, April 23, 2005

WTF, man. How is golf even ALLOWED to be televised?!



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