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01/29/00 00:11:46
| Comments: That armadillo backpack rocked. CSSSA was the best time of my life. From the first day in solid black, to the last in technicolor polyester, it changed me completely. Still a devoted groupie, long after I stopped getting letters from people who promised to always write, and the newest batch of students are all in cargo pants and Old Navy. A sign of the apocalypse. |
| Comments: Silly Andrasta... Your cigarette pictures are too propagandaey. Well, see you soon! |
| Comments: Never did we awake as swiftly as two weeks hence, when twilight will shine like a thousand squirrels of demonic fire. Our legs unfolded and many coiled children squaked as we leaped into the sky, screaming forth through the brazen clouds of bad intentions Phantasmal cubes seen often befor in the company of mentor dolls allowed us through, and as we coiled our words around Johnny's dehydrated corpse, many gurgling eyes ogled our flapping creations. Soon, he was picked out of the ground like a decaying flow r of silvery meat. Steel hairs that covered his body at his departure form Tulan Glen, writhed and whispered now... "Air! Entry! Gaseous! Dense! Fingers!" We could not bear it. His corpse was freed into the mist, hanging from the pinnacle of uncreation by a single strand of drool. "Angry and unclean," said my being, and my self agreed. |
| Comments: Nope. nothing else. listen to my friend qwiki's mix off aymnetwork...um. email me. talk to me. do my homework. |
| Comments: I miss you. Call me. Tets do lunch, visit an art gallary, and snuggle on the couch and talk about stuff. |
| Comments: which dad is the bitch? |
| Comments: Read it! It kicks all ass! Nothing kicks more ass! Damn it, most people don't even know that it exists! Freaking assholes those who hid it! |
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| Comments: You crawling naughties, dancing fair, you are so small, so debonair... Whither flees sight? Whence comes the frost? You beastly ungivers of air! Desist and sit within you lair. Then I shall bend, and there shall be... that which we all want the most. Yes, small curving senders of my beams? Where am I? |
| Comments: Oooo! I still lament! Sooo old! |
| Comments: I am old. Old I am. One year more - one year less. Snows soar by, birds fly high. Soon I shall do likewise. Where is my past? So old now. Not now young. Wish to live, more than will. Chase my doom, shy away, smile and fall. |
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| Comments: great page your hot |
| Comments: In hopes that you find your beloved lost one,I sign out as always,as Claude;keep your faith,(and if possible)your sanity(sp?),and more impoprtantly,never let that twinkle die,because for the most part(if nothing else)it keeps a bunch of us hoping that the e may still be a future for man kind,other than plastic trees.Keep watching stars,for all of us that may have cloudy skies... |
| Comments: wow, i'm exhausted from that little intro survey there! =) just droppin' by and saying hey. this colester doesn;t wanna go to class and would much rather go to fun webpages and learn tidbits about that everyday thing we call life. yo. well, you get three humbs up then, because i now feel i can go unto the world and conquer it all! well, at least i can go conquer my japanese class, then i can go conquer lunch. mmm, lunch... food.... mmmm. ack, my stomach leads me onwards. i must flee! until next time! *hea ty wave and matching grin* |
| Comments: Hey, I found your page from a link on Ronnie's page I've heard a lot about you over the years but I'm not sure if we ever met, I just wanted to tell you the page looks great and keep up the good work. Good luck to you with whatever path you choose. |
| Comments: some stuff got cut off in my last message, like the fact that i like the smell of musky body odor, but see, i included a whole bunch of funny comments along with it that i can't reproduce now so that makes me sad. |
| Comments: A FEW OBSERVATIONS: 1)the stench left behind by my japanese roomates' shit smells like petunias when compared to the stench left behind by the shit of me and my american roomate. i wonder is it the diet, the differences in our digestive systems, does our aggressive nature me n that we crank out more aggressive smelling poop? do they have some sort of internal deoderant that the shit passes through on its way out that gives it its less offensive aroma, is that why only americans buy gardenia aerosal spray---i mean sometimes i eally can't tell if a shit was taken when i walk in the bathroom after my japanese equal has finished--of course all the other signs point to shit--him walking out pulling up his pants adjusting his Gap belt washing his hands with soap for a good amount o time telling anyone who wants to listen how firm and solid his shit was---but the smell isn't there. 2)you know when you tell a witty joke to a group of people who don't get it, or when you think of a witty joke and you really want to tell someone because it would be a crime to not let the world know? ok good because i don't want to toot my own horn, i r ally really don't, trust me , i strive to make modesty a cornerstone of my personality--but a few days ago i made what i believe to have been a witty comment to a completely unreceptive audience, and i wasn't satisfied with just letting another witty one iner go to the wind so- now, if i may, i would like to reproduce that to you in hopes that it will be acknowledged as an attempt to be humorous, whether successful or not:so a crowd of people including me were at the cafeteria waiting by the grill to get our food. there was only one cook and about 30 hungry anxious college students bitterly waiting to get served. well the cook made some guy's order and called out his name for him to pick it up. His name was/is Levi. well Levi didn't show up to get his mea for a while, and it turned out he never did. we all had our hungry eyes transfixed on that double cheeseburger and greasy fries, doing that thing that flies do when they're planning on attacking your food or a pile of shit. we hovered over it as if we we were all involved in an intense game of steal the bacon, the cook and the imaginary Levi being our opponent. Well after a while, i just couldn't take it anymore, and in an attempt to rationalize why we should all pounce on the abandoned food, I commented, "well, it looks like Levi has split the....seam..... i started chuckling to myself lightly, the same way you clap lightly after a performance because you're not sure if you're supposed to be clapping and you don't want to be the only one doing it.But you lap at full volume once everyone else has caught on. well didn't happen in my case. boy am i tired of typing |
| Comments: Durned Typos. Oh, well. Sorry for mucking up your Guest book. |
| Comments: Well, I never signed this before, because I never thought I'd know what to say, like it was only for "cool" people. Well, now that I'm infinitesimally UN-cool, I suppose I have nothing to lose. Well, bewt of luck in finishing High School, and in finding y ur path in life. I sincerely hope we meet again, and under beter circumstances... |
| Comments: Well, with my last little post, I discovered that I can get a reaction from Andrasta by posting in this here guest book.... well, chalk one up for B.F. Skinner because I was positively reinforced, and now I'm back here doing this again... Anyway, I wanted to add to my previous post that being Andrasta's "best friend" is a daily delight and one of the most treasured of the many roles that I fulfill every day... for those of you who adore Andrasta's art, but haven't had a chance to get to know the person... promise you that you haven't seen anything. That's all... for real this time. (Maybe.) |
| Comments: Okay... so... I already wrote this somewhere else, but I'm webpage illiterate & otherwise kinda dumb, so I screwed up. So, here I go. Okay, I hate filling these things out, but I figure that it's the least I can do because damned Andrasta wrote a fuckin page for me. So, anyway, I'm just announcing publically for the record that I adore and love Andrasta Van Gaea. There is precious little I wouldnt' do for her and almost nothing I wouldn't do if she NEEDED me to. I know that she wouldn't believe that love her more than I can express and that she means the world to me if I just told her, so maybe if I tell everyone who comes and visits her page, she'll get the hint, huh? So, I love you kid. And you're kinda talented, too. ;-) |
| Comments: Why do people pretend to care when they really don't? What does "cute" mean? Why do we cry when our loved ones die? |
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| Comments: O thourt heavenly and divine with tides most fair to convey! How either to bespeak the greatness of thy page? Bequeath upon my loins the cindered tendril of despair, for I am an enchanted chameleon predating on the air sublime and Godly. Do bring us gentl tides, fell Goat, and possess not thy witching ivory within my beating bosom and my soul. Fare thee well, my greenling worm of fur an hair. I do desist my treads and toils and worring on this realm! |
| Comments: Hi. good thing i stumbled into your site. I had a lot of fun roaming about. Can't think of anything else worthy to say, so i'll shut up |
| Comments: What a lovely picture of you this time (the green & blue shot of your eye). I'm continually impressed with everything you've done on this page. I'm short of words right now, so I'm off to sew or read Nabokov... |
| Comments: i like your page, and your hair on a hot summer night. i don't know what to think. my head hurts. i love you. |
| Comments: i wish i could see andrasta's boobies and other parts of her but she is embarassed and decided to toy with my emotions and tell me that she is nakie causing me to erupt and elude to the possibility of mastabatory techniques while browsing the phenonomenon known as the world white web. poo on her and her green beliefs. |
| Comments: Just wanted to say that you're a phenomenal girl. |
| Comments: You may not know me by what I say, but I have a crush on you! I go to Cleveland. Nice page. Please respond in your guest book. |
| Comments: I had to ask ( you dont have to asnwer if its too personal to you or too long of an answer) . How was CSSSA for you ? and How did you respond to Gaylord Mowrey ? CSSSA for me played an incredible role on how I viewed my career in music . Growing up I pounded into my head that I would be a great classical pianist . I never felt like that > I love to play . It is at the center of everything I do and would like to do . When I got to CSSSA I found out my expectations were pretty fucked up and I left it to GAylord Mowrey to tell me whether I had talent or not . He told me that he does not encourage any m sician to pursue a career as a musician and everybody should be able to play music . He also told me that he spent 10 years running away from music because he could not live up to his own Ideals . I got way too attached to him and found out that he was a 5 year old man who was begining to recapture music after 10 years. I had spent all this time wondering if I was talented or not and even when experts would tell me I never believed them . YEs I have a crushing confidence . Music for me has changed . I sh uld just worry about being able to do what I love and the notion of talent is becoming bull shit. I miss Gaylord and he only lives in Pacioma. I emailed him and asked him if he could teach me . Well , the time had past and he never answered my email . I a really sad about that , but I wil get over it .As far as the community of artist , yes it was like La La Land. I love every person I met at CSSSA . It was creativly free . Infact going back to high school was sickening. I have always had a problem with t e stratified order of high school . I knew it all too well . I hope this doesnt seem bizarre to you I am usually an open person . |
| Comments: Okay, what I want to know is how do you get the letters to change color like that?? It's nuts! Nice page! |
| Comments: My fellow Viking barbarians, I have wathced your path of conquest, gleefully giggled at your razings, scratched myself in lewd manner when you pillaged defenseless villages. I am most pleased with the incompetence of your trusted leader and religious figu e Jesus the Red. I am most displeased with his mother, though, so you should use your sharp and pointy weapons on her living carcass in unpleasant ways. The thirty ships full of melted wood you prayed for are arriving. And I will expect the magical runes o never be used forsomething so disgusting again. Or I shall be forced to warn you the second time. Bye, my sweet, cuddly babies! |
| Comments: i can do the snake. you are amaizing. |
| Comments: ello andrasta, your page is lovely. |
| Comments: The only thing we can depend on in life is Death. You will die guaranteed. All the other things in life all lead up to Death. So, no matter what you may ever do, it will never ever matter. Even if we get off this planet and spread the scourge of Humani y throughout the cosmos, Death will follow. Death has always been there and will always be there no matter what. Some people accept this and keep on living. Others accept it and end their life. Don't worry, your turn will come soon enough. Might as we l not rush it. |
| Comments: Agagagagaga! I have nothing to say again! Shut up! I'm going to sleep now. I'm high and drunk. |
| Comments: Dung beetles pull my chariot, dung swallows pour my rum, But dung turtles do my bidding, and it's most righteous sum. Dung Person |
| Comments: I just want to have someone to give me feedback on some poetry I have, if you want, I'll give you feedback on yours and stuff. |
08/28/99 10:11:42
| Comments: andrasta rules. let's party! |
| Comments: Don' listen to all those oppressors. They jes wanna keep a young black man down. In this world, you's got to FORGE yo'se'f. You's got to forge yo'se'f with the FIRE of DIGNITY, and of FAITH. Don'chu evah fo'get dat! |
| Comments: Greetings, Andrasta! I come hither but to acknowledge my existence. I bear no worthy utterance to lay here. And thus shall I depart. Walk in the Light. May you always find water and shade! |
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