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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Jun 21, 2005 2:45:26 GMT -5
The bum on the rods is hunted down As the enemy of mankind The other is driven around to his club Is feted, wined and dined. And they who curse the bum on the rods As the essence of all that is bad, Will greet the other with a winning smile, And extend the hand so glad.
The bum on the rods is a social flea Who gets an occasional bite, The bum on the plush is a social leech, blood sucking day and night. The bum on the rod is a load so light That his weight we scarcely feel, But it takes the labor of dozen of men To furnish the other a meal.
As long as you sanction the bum on the plush The other will always be there, But rid yourself of the bum on the plush And the other will disappear. Then make an intelligent, organized kick Get rid of the weights that crush. Don't worry about the bum on the rods, Get rid of the bum on the flush.
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 21:08:25 GMT -5
"Since I have known and admired you for longer than you remember." He replies.
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Jun 21, 2005 21:10:22 GMT -5
"But..." she barely knew him. And the idea of someone admiring her she didn't know creeped her out. "How? and Why? Why of all people do you admire me?"
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Jun 21, 2005 21:13:01 GMT -5
I nod my head.
"Okay, that sounds good..." I reply. I'm excited about the notion of traveling back to the states. I think I just like to travel.
"Oh that's cool, Michal... When did you learn to speak Russian?" I ask pleasantly. I've been in a noticably better mood lately, as opposed to my normal, stand offish gloomy self.
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 21:13:02 GMT -5
"People admire you because you are kind. It attracts unkind people." He replies.
"I am actually glad that you don't remember me. I can start over then. It is refreshing. I can be whoever I want to be."
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Post by Rei "Zero" Usagi on Jun 21, 2005 21:14:30 GMT -5
"Okay, but I need to sleep some more first... This bug is killing me..." I say, of course not literally. I roll so I am facing the bulkhead and fall asleep.
(g2g, cya)
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Jun 21, 2005 21:15:42 GMT -5
"What is that suppose to mean? You can't just erase the past just because I dont remember you," Frieda looks at him her expression is destressed. "If we have met in the past I'm sure with time I will remember. Just not now."
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 21:18:57 GMT -5
"How about...if you kiss me, I will tell you who I am. For if I told you that first, you would dislike me. Or, well, you wouldn't feel quite the same." He remarks. "Aren't we all strangers in this world anyway?"
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Michal Rimone
Provisional Member
Israeli Kibbutznik
"If you will it, it is no dream." -Theodor Herzl
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Post by Michal Rimone on Jun 21, 2005 21:19:23 GMT -5
"It's actually required as a third language on the kibbutz. I also speak English, as you can tell, Arabic, and Ivrit, or the English word, Hebrew."
Michal pauses.
"All of the old records are written in Russian, so it is an important language to know."
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Post by Jumala Keitoleinen on Jun 21, 2005 21:22:08 GMT -5
"I am going to sleep. Night, night." Keitoleinen replies and pulls the blanket over himself. He won't play any more games with her this evening, he is too tired. He closes his eyes and soon goes to sleep.
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Post by Frieda Rommel on Jun 21, 2005 21:22:40 GMT -5
"That only makes me suspicious," Frieda raises an eyebrow.
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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Jun 21, 2005 21:22:51 GMT -5
I nod my head.
"Ah that's cool... You're from a kibbutz, then? That's cool, I grew up on a farm, I don't really imagine that being much different than a kibbutz." I don't completely know what it's like to live on a kibbutz, I just assume as much, since they're farms.
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Post by Hailey Murry on Jun 21, 2005 21:24:22 GMT -5
she smiled again and lay down knowing she had won again for if 'ewas really like she thought 'e would have been more persistent but i guess i thought wrong. she rolled over and smiled falling asleep.
(MORNING)
she woke-up and yawned streaching and sat up against the wall and waited thinging in the silence of the hot muggy morning.
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Post by drix on Jun 21, 2005 21:24:57 GMT -5
*Dave waited patiently at the sidewalk of an intersection in Scottland. He was supposed to meet Ainslee here.*
"I've been here for two hours...Where is she?"
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 21:25:22 GMT -5
"Fine, you want to know who I am. I am the head of Das Ende. The founder of it. Das Ende is a terrorist group. I am...a nihilist. You beat it out of me and now I feel ashamed. I should leave now I suppose." He says, standing up.
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