memory charley a collection of thoughts and recorded experiences. does blather remember? 980907 ... Pacia Through the mizzling day, some small thing, a scent, an angled jawline a flipping drape will bring one to me. It passes through with the ease of a neutrino and again I am placing one foot before the other. Perspective delineator. 981107 ... dallas I have the collective memory of a small african tribe. 990206 ... angela a young girl sits in the center of a dark room. she is fixed on a light, swaying from the cieling, back and forth. the darkness cradles her soul, shivering from the memory of her present. 990207 ... megan wake me up before you gogo playing.. me and my tricycle andand my mickey mouse sunglasses. 990227 ... adam is shaper than razor blades or lust. 990228 ... emma afterward we got seven-up in glass bottles but we had to return the bottles to the vendors when we finished. but since we had to go, they put the remaining drink into plastic bags for us, and gave us straws. and we sat in the bus, on the bumpy rural & altitudinous road, drinking noncaffienated soda out of plastic bags. 990318 ... ceorl ghosts 990418 ... s this history of my universe 990419 ... emily m haunts and fulfills, making you feel empty and full at the same time. memory of an event is a bigger part of life than the event itself. 990912 ... Drennan I can't remember much out of my life, no happy memorys or childhood dreams to raise my hopes of what loves and lifes the future may hold. Just the odd glimpse of old trigonometry theorys, biology cell biochemestry diagrams, maps of cities I have walked only once in life and many many times in the confinds of my mind. I can't remember my last birthday, or last christmas, or now I come to think of it, what I did yesterday. I wonder if it has something to do with a head injury I had as a kid. Perhaps. But for now I think I'll just try to remember this morning and see what comes after that. Damn, I hate my memory. 991007 ... kimmichael It becomes dirty and hard to see into. With all the drugs we ingest (Force down lungs throats, into noses, veins, grrrr.) We become dismal and guilty when the things we do to smile kill us. But I remember when it wasn't that way. My memory smiles on times when I wasn't afraid to shake my friends awake. 991107 ... Gigo Loma a thing we are cursed to have... or blessed, it all depends on pain or love... to have love and lost, or perhaps to have never loved and to have never lost... to have never loved, no loss there. no knowlegde of what could have been and no knowledge of what could have been lost. oh, but to have loved and lost, to know passion and that it will never be the same again. but can i say that the same is good? however, to not know anything different is no great loss for one that does not know what could be. the blissfull ignorance of amnesia, or the repression of fugue. damn those who say that one must get over loss, damn those who say that one must get on with life, for they know only their own lives. to know one's own life is to not know another's, no one is the same, everyone has experiences that cannot be found in everyone else's lives. let them heal themselves if they want, let them also not heal themselves and live with what they can no longer remember. perhaps happiness can be found in not knowing pain better then it can be in knowing pain, and that it can happen again. perhaps they have chosen to forget because they cannot bear what has happened, and that is healing for them. ah, but memory of pain often brings fear, and fear cannot let anyone live with themselves. it must be beter to forget then to live in fear of what may be... better to live without the fear... better yet to understand the fear. yet pain and fear are different sides of the same coin... pain leads to fear of what may happen, fear can also lead to repression of that pain which causes fear. repression of fears can only bring one to a state where thay can not prepare for what other pain may com in life. knowledge of pains can brin one to accept that pain is always there, and with it fear. memories brng fear, and with it the ability to shove that fear out, and to go with life. understanding fears can only prepare oneself for what trials await. focusing on those fears can only bring the pain of reperssion... it is a loop that must be broken with moderation. one cannot focus entirely on the pain, because that leads to fear... and one cannot entirely focus on the fear, because that will lead to repression, and self doubt... Oh screw it, memory is good, I like it. knowing where you live, and your girlfriend's birthday are a good thing (if you have ever forgotten either, you know what I mean) 991108 ... Colleen Does it wilt like a flower, or escape to return unexpectedly. Does it hide like a playful child, or is it truly forgotten, like an old friend, or does it float just beyond reach, teasing? 991111 ... Alexander Beetle Does anyone know where I took my pseudonym? If I told you, you'd recognize the name from so many toys, merchandise, even a feature-length animated movie. But have you ever read the book? You know them, books, with all the big words in them? Even if you had, you probably wouldn't know my name. Oh, never mind. 991120 ... ... . 991205 ... ivy is what i'm afraid to reach into, that black space where everything disappeared all of me... not all at once, but at varying speeds and intervals and now lives like a jarred librarian brain with its own mathematical equations, dewey decimal systems and honey, if you don't know the numbers then you may as well not pull the drawers open, tossing cards on the floor on your knees and hands are clasped together in the dingy glare of light which you thought was a memory instead you find there is no hook-up no access and you say to the zeros and ones, "It was only the past anyway." you never mean it 991206 ... jennifer the one that I remember most clearly is the closet of my old house I remember it smelled like musty coats and old carpet and, on occasion, old spice cologne 991215 ... valis kicking back on deck chairs for the prelude to a sunrise; dancing on the spent mortar shells of new years fireworks new years 2k 000102 ... randy Hunh? I said what about who? 000102 ... deb my aunt is so... ::sighs and shakes her head:: it's not just anyone who can take memory lane and turn the whole thing to a detour 000102 ... jules often times i've thought of how awful my short term memory is - what did I eat for lunch yesterday? But memories collect in space and are lamenated with time. They cannot be changed in one's mind nor can they be erased. Memories keep people immortal, stop watches and clocks and freeze frame the first time you realized you were in love or lost someone close to you. The feelings of these times may be revisited through memory in 2nd person, and all of your life can be at the fingertips of the secretary in your head. 000105 ... FooLmOOn so many people i know live in their memories, day after day, i guess i do it too, it hurts though, it stings when you remember the shame run down your spine or when you remember a loss. it hurts even more when you remember a love of a something, cause you know its most likely that u havent got it anymore. i dunno, i seem to have a very bad short term memory but when it turns into long term then i remember every detail. i guess everyone just hopes that they are in someones memory. in someones lost thoughts. 000116 ... hahaha I remember a new thing every day... and forget about ten 000118 ... camille An etching of a thought etched in your mind, heart, and soul. 000129 ... girl Why do people always ask your childhood memories. All of ours aren't fun and games. Right after we finally forget all the pain we went through, someone asks us about our childhood and it all starts comming back to us. Do the victims a favor. Don't talk about memories unless you had to deal with the kind of things that we had to. 000223 ... andrea there are days when I don’t remember her only let her slip to the back of my mind but today she is heavy in my thoughts & threatening to make me cry how I wish I could talk about things with her I know that she would be so happy to hear all that’s going on in my life these days I thank God that He has let me let her go & not struggle with her absence uselessly but still I wonder when I will see her again copyright 2000 000828 ... Ajuna Like sand through my fingers they slip away. Stop i yell, trying to keep the precioous memories but they run like the wild boars in the forest, they leap and crash away from me standing in the corner. I look back ther shadows haunts my dreams, bring to them colours and smell, then i yell"I AM 20" Time don't stop for no one no even for me, the center of my unervers, in 18 i was a kid not carin gabout the world, loving every moments i spent with my friends and now i realize i can't be 18 forever. My friends don't call me no more we speak in an other language about money and cellphones, i wish it was back to the days when i was in my Integra with my friends all stuffed back in the back seat driving aimlessly through the hot streets of Auckland, wind blowing in my hair Arthur tellin gme to turn the AC off, bergen singing to the tune and Eugene telling us fantasies, i love them i love them, I love them. 010101 ... gwyllynne she sits in the middle of a dimly lit room focused intensely on taping up a rather tattered old box.....as she writes the word "Memory" in big red letters a tear streaks down her cheek....looking around wondering what to do and the only thought running across her mindscape is "What do I do now?" 010101 ... d mine gets confused with the books i've read, scenes from films, dreams, and sometimes conversations. oh, it is a tricky thing. 010207 ... chanaka crystalline memory do your remember what i said? after years of practice makes perfect artwork across my landscape. though there aren't many trees around you'd better not touch them solid in form yet insubstantial they remember you and slide away accordingly. 010207 ... Dafremen I forget what I was going to say about memory... 010219 ... millie "satan" paullette squidlery where's my cufflinks? 010219 ... mmm i think i'm losing mine..... yup there it goes 010325 ... johnny west :::collecting the fragments of mmm's memory::: Perhaps I could sell these... 010325 ... pyro And the price of a memory is the memory of the sorrow it brings 010410 ... elisabeth I wish i had a better one sometimes and other times i wish i did not have one. I wish i could forget everythig nthat has happend 010411 ... BrittStar an uneasiness stirs my soul, a sadness touches my heart, lips part in unhappiness, memories play in a lonely mind, silence comes as i soundlessly cry, times is accepted as it moves on, quietly i remember as the tears fall, i sit alone as memories flicker past my eyes, i remember life, i remember the sadness as it happened. 010606 ... Dafremen Bootsy Collins Babeey...don't forget BootSAY!! 010606 ... blather netting of events linked together by means of signification from past to present and in so far feasible to remember. 010613 ... yummychuckle he licked my lips with his pierced tongue pulled back and smiled gently. he kissed me softly, whispered things to my response listened intently. i looked in his eyes, so big and brown