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This Person

"Someone is getting excited. Somebody somewhere is shaking with excitement because something tremendous is about to happen to this person. This person has dressed for the occasion. This person has hoped and dreamed and now it is really happening and this person can hardly believe it. But believing is not an issue here, the time for faith and fantasy is over, it is really really happening. It involves stepping forward and bowing. Possibly there is some kneeling, such as when one is knighted. One is almost never knighted. But this person may kneel and receive a tap on each shoulder with a sword. Or, more likely, this person will be in a car or a store or under a vinyl canopy when it happens. Or online or on the phone. It could be an e-mail re: your knighthood. Or a long, laughing, rambling phone message in which every person this person has ever known is talking on a speakerphone and they are all saying, You have passed the test, it was all just a test, we were only kidding, real life is so much better than that. This person is laughing out loud with relief and playing the message back to get the address of the place where every person this person has ever known is waiting to hug this person and bring her into the fold of life. It is really exciting, and it's not just a dream, it's real.

They are all waiting by a picnic table in a park this person has driven past many times before. There they are, it's everyone. There are balloons taped to the benches, and the girl this person used to stand next to at the bus stop is waving a streamer. Everyone is smiling. For a moment this person is almost creeped out by the scene, but it would be so like this person to become depressed on the happiest day ever, and so this person bucks up and joins the crowd.

Teachers of subjects that this person wasn't even good at are kissing this person and renouncing the very subjects they taught. Math teachers are saying that math was just a funny way of saying "I love you." But now they are simply saying it, I love you, and the chemistry and PE teachers are also saying it and this person can tell they really mean it. It's totally amazing. Certain jerks and idiots and assholes appear from time to time, and it is as if they have had plastic surgery, their faces are disfigured with love. The handsome assholes are plain and kind, and the ugly jerks are sweet, and they are folding this person's sweater and putting it somewhere where it won't get dirty. Best of all, every person this person has ever loved is there. Even the ones who got away. They hold this person's hand and tell this person how hard it was to pretend to get mad and drive off and never come back. This person almost can't believe it, it seemed so real, this person's heart was broken and has healed and now this person hardly knows what to think. This person is almost mad. But everyone soothes this person. Everyone explains that it was absolutely necessary to know how strong this person was. Oh, look, there's the doctor who prescribed the medicine that made this person temporarily blind. And the man who paid this person two thousand dollars to have sex with him three times when this person was very broke. Both of these men are in attendance, they seem to know each other. They both have little medals that they are pinning on this person; they are badges of great honor and strength. The badges sparkle in the sunlight, and everyone cheers.

This person suddenly feels the need to check her post office box. It is an old habit, and even if everything is going to be terrific from now on, this person still wants mail. This person says she will be right back and everyone this person has ever known says, Fine, take your time. This person gets in her car and drives to the post office and opens the box and there is nothing. Even though it is a Tuesday, which is famously a good day for mail. This person is so disappointed, this person gets back in the car and, having completely forgotten about the picnic, drives home and checks the voice mail and there are no new messages, just the old one about "passing the test" and "life being better." There are no e-mails, either, probably because everyone is at the picnic. This person can't seem to go back to the picnic. This person realizes that staying home means blowing off everyone this person has ever known. But the desire to stay in is very strong. This person wants to run a bath and then read in bed.

In the bathtub this person pushes the bubbles around and listens to the sound of millions of them popping at once. It almost makes one smooth sound instead of many tiny sounds. This person's breasts barely jut out of the water. This person pushes the bubbles onto the breasts and makes weird shapes with the foam. By now everyone must have realized that this person is not coming back... ]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/27631920/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/27631920/ Wed, 07 Oct 2009 12:01:59 PDT
]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/27591929/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/27591929/ Mon, 05 Oct 2009 06:37:49 PDT fine arts to early childhood ed to individual studies to psychology and art therapy....
and now I want to do philosophy......and art therapy ofcourse...what are my parents going to say......I swear I dont want to waste time..I just neeed to find my own path though this maze. All life is an adventure.
I am going to get a tattoo today. I feel the needle calling me again.

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Last night of Phish and I'll be there PhReakiN!!

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I think you are awesome.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/23502522/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/23502522/ Tue, 03 Mar 2009 06:32:38 PST
Hey.

You a dreamer?

Yeah.

Haven't seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming's dead, that no one does it anymore. It's not dead, it's just been forgotten. Removed from our language. No one teaches it so no one knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well I'm trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it's ever faced. Ever. So whatever you do, don't be bored. This is absolutely the most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting.




(-from the movie Waking Life)

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]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/22953820/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/22953820/ Sun, 01 Feb 2009 21:50:09 PST
I don't like it when people want me to change,or when i change for people.I really don't like when people change for me.

I take things way too seriously half the time.the other half,i am a complete goof.

I don't do regrets.period.

I am fascinated by existence.

I dropped my fine arts classes but i make art every single day on my own time.I can not draw boxes and cylinders, i would rather get my teeth drilled out.

i think that childhood & family are so important.

I think everything can be told with a song.dancing will fix just about anything.

bitches don't know me.

i think everyone is raving mad, including myself.

I am going to earn my degree in art therapy.It has taken a lot of time and moments beyond stress.. figuring out what i want to do with my life but now that i have, i have never felt so certain about something.

i am beyond eager to please.helping others makes me on top of the world.

I am totally socially awkward at times & i hate to hate it.

I am practically always smiling, i laugh incredible amounts.

I am OBSESSED with alice in wonderland.

i have kept diaries since I was in second grade, i fill one up about every 2 months.I want to write books some day and fill them with pictures.

I admire other artists so much and wonder how in the world they do the things they do.

being called perfect is totally ridiculous, I won't hear it.

I hate when i use the word hate because it means i am complaining.

If i weren't me, I would totally be friends with me.

I love tripping.

i like to burn insence & find new head shops.

i like pretty people.

i don't really think anyone is ugly, unless they have a rotten personality.

rudeness is the biggest turn-off.

i like to stare at people when they don't realize it.

i like boys.a lot.

I am content with simple things.

& I never want a diamond, ever.

my life feels like this crazy wonderful adventure...

I like to look at the stars and breathe.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/22931644/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/22931644/ Sat, 31 Jan 2009 21:35:35 PST he said.

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Oh so wonderful that i will be going away in the fall.
major- Psych
minor:art therapy



i am so darn excited
:0)

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/22058336/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/22058336/ Thu, 18 Dec 2008 23:06:38 PST You better not cry,
You better not pout,
I'm telling you why:
Santa Claus is coming to town!



I was always scared of santa claus.and besides, my momma always told me it was healthy to cry.waaaahhh.


snowstorms and x'mas shopping...somehow the holiday season has snuck up so quickly.


I don't know how to feel.
but I do know what I want.
some don't.
should it be my problem?
doubt it.

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]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21873597/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21873597/ Sun, 07 Dec 2008 21:43:19 PST I love dave matthews, and i dont care what anyone thinks or says about it.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21764536/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21764536/ Mon, 01 Dec 2008 11:12:38 PST In search of all things beautiful.

You can close your eyes when you're miles away
And hear my voice like a serenade

How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough, is forever enough?
How long do you want to be loved
Is forever enough?


Cause I'm never, never giving you up.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21672271/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21672271/ Tue, 25 Nov 2008 21:42:19 PST as you are he
as you are me
and WE
are ALL
TOGETHER.



I love the beatles, they make so much sense in this world.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21559029/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21559029/ Tue, 18 Nov 2008 21:58:18 PST Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted.
Streets are uneven when you're down.

When you're strange faces come out of the rain.
When you're strange no one remembers your name.
When you're strange, when you're strange,
When you're strange.

the doors.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21330496/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21330496/ Tue, 04 Nov 2008 22:18:08 PST Others trust to might
I don't trust to nothing
But I know it come out right

Say it once again now
Oh I hope you understand
When it's done and over
Lord, a man is just a man

Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land

Some folks look for answers
Others look for fights
Some folks up in treetops
Just look to see the sights

I can tell your future
Look what's in your hand
But I can't stop for nothing
I'm just playing in the band

Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land

Standing on a tower
World at my command
You just keep a turning
While I'm playing in the band

If a man among you
Got no sin upon his hand
Let him cast a stone at me
For playing in the band

Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak
Daybreak on the land
Playing
Playing in the band
Daybreak Daybreak on the land

-Grateful Dead




I am no longer embarrased to be an American.
Obamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa<3.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21159086/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21159086/ Sat, 25 Oct 2008 17:12:36 PDT It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void,
It is shining, it is shining.

That you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing

That ignorance and hate may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not living, it is not living

Or play the game "Existence" to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning

The Beatles

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21009951/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/21009951/ Wed, 15 Oct 2008 23:01:57 PDT w i t h
the
flooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
kinda
o
k o
bye
o

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/20177941/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/20177941/ Wed, 27 Aug 2008 03:09:04 PDT Maybe the sun is shining, birds are singing,
No rain is falling from a heavy sky.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

Walk out of any doorway, feel your way, feel your way like the day before.
Maybe youll find direction,
Around some corner where its been waiting to meet you.
What do you want me to do, to watch for you while you are sleeping?
The please dont be surprised when you find me dreaming too.

Look into any eyes you find by you, you can see clear to another day,
Maybe been seen before, through other eyes on other days while going home.
What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
Its all a dream we dreamed one afternoon, long ago.

Walk into splintered sunlight,
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land.
Maybe youre tired and broken,
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear

What do you want me to do, to do for you to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain, and love will see you through.

Just a box of rain, wind and water,
Sun and shower, wind and rain,
In and out the window like a moth before a flame.

And its just a box of rain, I dont know who put it there,
Believe it if you need it, or leave it if you dare.

And its just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair;
Such a long long time to be gone, and a short time to be there.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/19423400/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/19423400/ Wed, 16 Jul 2008 07:41:56 PDT heads all empty and I don't care,
Saw my baby down by the river,
knew she'd have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow,
we can have high times if you'll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature,
rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She's got everything delightful,
she's got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double,
pays my ticket when I speed

She comes skimmin' through rays of violet,
she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don't come and I don't follow,
waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm,
jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She's a summer love for spring, fall and winter.
She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell,
caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey,
come along with me.

She's got everything delightful,
she's got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight,
lazing in the sunshine yes indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying,
when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying,
I take me out and I wander around, I wander 'round.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees,
going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream.
Walking in the sunshine.

The Grateful Dead

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/19084824/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/19084824/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 23:08:19 PDT Moths that fly by day are not properly to be called moths; they do not excite that pleasant sense of dark autumn nights and ivy–blossom which the commonest yellow–underwing asleep in the shadow of the curtain never fails to rouse in us. They are hybrid creatures, neither gay like butterflies nor sombre like their own species. Nevertheless the present specimen, with his narrow hay–coloured wings, fringed with a tassel of the same colour, seemed to be content with life. It was a pleasant morning, mid–September, mild, benignant, yet with a keener breath than that of the summer months. The plough was already scoring the field opposite the window, and where the share had been, the earth was pressed flat and gleamed with moisture. Such vigour came rolling in from the fields and the down beyond that it was difficult to keep the eyes strictly turned upon the book. The rooks too were keeping one of their annual festivities; soaring round the tree tops until it looked as if a vast net with thousands of black knots in it had been cast up into the air; which, after a few moments sank slowly down upon the trees until every twig seemed to have a knot at the end of it. Then, suddenly, the net would be thrown into the air again in a wider circle this time, with the utmost clamour and vociferation, as though to be thrown into the air and settle slowly down upon the tree tops were a tremendously exciting experience.

The same energy which inspired the rooks, the ploughmen, the horses, and even, it seemed, the lean bare–backed downs, sent the moth fluttering from side to side of his square of the window pane. One could not help watching him. One was, indeed, conscious of a queer feeling of pity for him. The possibilities of pleasure seemed that morning so enormous and so various that to have only a moth’s part in life, and a day moth’s at that, appeared a hard fate, and his zest in enjoying his meagre opportunities to the full, pathetic. He flew vigorously to one corner of his compartment, and, after waiting there a second, flew across to the other. What remained for him but to fly to a third corner and then to a fourth? That was all he could do, in spite of the size of the downs, the width of the sky, the far–off smoke of houses, and the romantic voice, now and then, of a steamer out at sea. What he could do he did. Watching him, it seemed as if a fibre, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body. As often as he crossed the pane, I could fancy that a thread of vital light became visible. He was little or nothing but life.

Yet, because he was so small, and so simple a form of the energy that was rolling in at the open window and driving its way through so many narrow and intricate corridors in my own brain and in those of other human beings, there was something marvellous as well as pathetic about him. It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zig–zagging to show us the true nature of life. Thus displayed one could not get over the strangeness of it. One is apt to forget all about life, seeing it humped and bossed and garnished and cumbered so that it has to move with the greatest circumspection and dignity. Again, the thought of all that life might have been had he been born in any other shape caused one to view his simple activities with a kind of pity.

After a time, tired by his dancing apparently, he settled on the window ledge in the sun, and, the queer spectacle being at an end, I forgot about him. Then, looking up, my eye was caught by him. He was trying to resume his dancing, but seemed either so stiff or so awkward that he could only flutter to the bottom of the window pane; and when he tried to fly across it he failed. Being intent on other matters I watched these futile attempts for a time without thinking, unconsciously waiting for him to resume his flight, as one waits for a machine, that has stopped momentarily, to start again without considering the reason of its failure. After perhaps a seventh attempt he slipped from the wooden ledge and fell, fluttering his wings, on to his back on the window sill. The helplessness of his attitude roused me. It flashed upon me that he was in difficulties; he could no longer raise himself; his legs struggled vainly. But, as I stretched out a pencil, meaning to help him to right himself, it came over me that the failure and awkwardness were the approach of death. I laid the pencil down again.

The legs agitated themselves once more. I looked as if for the enemy against which he struggled. I looked out of doors. What had happened there? Presumably it was midday, and work in the fields had stopped. Stillness and quiet had replaced the previous animation. The birds had taken themselves off to feed in the brooks. The horse... ]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/19067550/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/19067550/ Fri, 27 Jun 2008 00:57:43 PDT
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don't ask

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Oh, and feel free to comment, you just might make my day

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is love is love



is everything.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/18706664/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/18706664/ Fri, 06 Jun 2008 23:56:53 PDT
have a look around if you'd like,

for only a small fee of $25, oh and your soul

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I think i am guilty of this, but nevermore..






<3

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/18276114/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/18276114/ Sun, 11 May 2008 15:36:29 PDT

today at work, since it was mothers day, we got to hand out pretty colored carnations to all the moms, and it is incredible to me, the complete shift in mood a single little flower brought, even to the grumpiest old people...


i think i should just go over to iraq and hand out flowers, and then i think, just about everything would be solved.


all you need is love<3

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/18203051/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/18203051/ Tue, 06 May 2008 19:53:15 PDT P

and i wonder about my procrastination habiits,i really do.Lets put an end to that.

oh and i was wondering, since im technologically retarded, how do you get it so you can display a bunch of your favorites on your page, besides in the fave group??? anyone?

theres so many things to see, i wish i could see them all. if only..

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16872426/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16872426/ Wed, 13 Feb 2008 22:34:09 PST Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel alone?
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
So you can see your beauty every moment that you rise






this song is pretty and i am a happy girl.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16739848/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16739848/ Tue, 05 Feb 2008 14:13:37 PST They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me.
Jai guru de va om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes,
That call me on and on across the universe,
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they
Tumble blindly as they make their way
Across the universe
Jai guru de va om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing
Through my open views inviting and inciting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a
million suns, it calls me on and on
Across the universe
Jai guru de va om
Nothing's gonna change my world,
Nothing's gonna change my world.

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16409706/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16409706/ Mon, 14 Jan 2008 20:46:52 PST I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me

And one day we will die
And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea
But for now we are young
Let us lay in the sun
And count every beautiful thing we can see
Love to be
In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me

Anna's ghost all around
Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me
Soft and sweet
How the notes all bend and reach above the trees

Now how I remember you
How I would push my fingers through
Your mouth to make those muscles move
That made your voice so smooth and sweet
And now we keep where we don't know
All secrets sleep in winter clothes
With one you loved so long ago
Now he don't even know his name

What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
And when we meet on a cloud
I'll be laughing out loud
I'll be laughing with everyone I see
Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all


neutralmilkhotel*

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16356833/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/16356833/ Fri, 11 Jan 2008 12:06:35 PST Take me to another time
Run with me across the oceans
Float me on a silver cloud

If I could I would, but I dont know how
If I could I would, but I dont know how
If I could I would and Id take you now

Stay with me till time turns over
I want to feel my feet leave the ground
Take me where the whispering breezes
Can lift me up and spin me around

If I could I would...
Hear you laughing as we go
Flipping backward through the doors and through the windows...
Im melting into nothing

If I could I would, but I dont know how
If I could I would, but I dont know how
If I could I would and Id take you now


PHISH

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pay closer attention.
don't take life for granted.
thank someone today.
dont litter.
have fun

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/14407480/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/14407480/ Thu, 30 Aug 2007 08:49:18 PDT
club
spade
diamond
heart<3

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/14158179/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/14158179/ Tue, 14 Aug 2007 00:30:28 PDT Then roll on downtown til its light
Because tomorrow we may die
Oh, but tonight were dancing in the faint light
Dont you rob yourself of what youre feeling
Dont rob yourself of all that you could be
Roll hard til midnight
Roll til its light...

our love is-so right..



Oh yeah, Dave Matthews tonight<33

]]> ~phreak218 http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/11375019/ http://phreak218.deviantart.com/journal/11375019/ Tue, 09 Jan 2007 13:26:15 PST
thanks :0)

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