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December 27, 2009 01:10 PM EST
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Google Wave is the next generation of browsing. Not just a traditional html browser it whole lot more. It actually is communication and collaboration tool. You can chat through google . . .
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December 13, 2009 12:53 PM EST
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Hi everyone on gather… All my time spent on using internet I found the most friendly and helpful people here on Gather.
I want to start a blog and need help . . .
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August 20, 2009 03:01 AM EDT
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men derive their pains from their pleasures while women derive their pleasures from their pain...
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August 19, 2009 07:10 AM EDT
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Oh blazing blinding brazen light I surrender to my ungodly plight
. Feeling wanting hopeful times I remember how soon time will fly
In dreams of me once was the eye the understanding of divides . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:49 PM EDT
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Another drowsy day hits my hands as I sit perchance waiting for some iron man to shake me away from my slumber. I remember the days in Manipal where I ran and sat and swept through days in laze surrendering . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:47 PM EDT
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Shakespeare’s in the attic and Dylan’s of the past All that remains is some bitten dogs and their barks And some dying fires that where lit once in the past And the bottoms of my pants sway . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:46 PM EDT
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oh once there was a troubadour who had a euphonious snore and to complete the madrigal he married a snoring minstrel he was an alto and she a soprano and both could snore a decent solo they say in Christmas . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:45 PM EDT
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finger to finger and knee to knee pages keep themselves turneen and burneen walking down the broken roads he's asking alms for broken gods cookin thoughts for the man upstair playin jingles on aphrodite's . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:43 PM EDT
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patience my scattered mind no more plead from this golden cage soon you shall be freed i'll let you loose to paint the town red while father lays ignorant in his bed to scavenge on wine and let reality . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:42 PM EDT
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now today i think of mother oh how she hates her only brother it's his company that is the real bother the son the ghost and the holy Father!!
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August 18, 2009 10:41 PM EDT
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oh if i could write verse too like dante or play mean guitar like frusciante or like sir edmund climb " The Hill" or mint money like Mr Bill or comprehend like Plato did or mathemate like Euclid or dribble . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:37 PM EDT
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there was once a smarting young lad but sadly his clothes he never clad when asked the reason for this embarrassing fad he said " i never tasted from the apple which that dumbass adam had"
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August 18, 2009 10:35 PM EDT
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consider this the eternal quiz from mothers womb to deathly bliss where is the it the source of this wit this dismal abysmal comedy skit the questions answered only reveal the void the devoids of his . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:32 PM EDT
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crazy loopy roller coaster ride god knows where the good men hide the little people in their inflated skins will someday have to pay for their deadly sins the door to door salesman comes riding on the . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:30 PM EDT
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hark now my friends lets listen to the morn as she calls to her children broken and torn how brilliant your call that invades all from roses and lilies to the creepy crawls the eternal whore that sleeps . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:28 PM EDT
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Oh is there anything more that one can foresee when one’s blinded by the urge to pee no newton would have sat under a tree if he badly wanted his liquids free nor could’ve freddy sung so well . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:27 PM EDT
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oh do remind me of those days i had spent with friends in drunken haze vile and senile pride in stride walk step hop through all divides there was always pungent smoke sifting through the pungent doors . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:24 PM EDT
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The day is bright the time is right Today I write without compromise And for those who choose to fake their tastes I would say please amend your ways And to poets now who seldom rhyme What you do is but . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:19 PM EDT
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You walk into the room with yours eyes in scare A watch the dead people in their dead chairs like decayed cupcakes Rollin and crawling and laughing at nothing They come over to you with their ticks . . .
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August 18, 2009 10:17 PM EDT
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I’m the freewheeling jack I’m what the whole world lacks I’m the rebel who’s laid back I’m the lap on which everyone sat The prophets the thief’s the jokers the rats . . .
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