phil Syrope hi :) you don't have an email address listed anywhere that i can find. may i contact you? or request that you contact me? ~Manda 020612 ... blown cherry : On average, that is to say, generally speaking, on most days, when the weather is nice, I think you're swell :) 020619 ... phil I think you're very likeable as well 020619 ... freakizh his blathes are funny. :D he has a quality to never repeat himself over. 020619 ... Phil I am gay, do not come on to me you whore. 020626 ... confusedSyrope hmm, should i be worried? 020626 ... phil unless you mind being hurt 020627 ... phil yes 020627 ... phil I love phil, he can do whatever he wants to me in bed. I want him to undress and dress me. I can't live without him, I hope we are never apart. Without him I am nothing, all my thoughts are his, everything I see from the morning to the times I sleep. I sleep with him alone everynight, even when I am with someone else I still think of him, and the person I am with feels him there too. Oh he also has nice skin and even washes my back for me. I like it when he smiles and I would do anything to make him happy. I always leave nice tips at his tables so everyone around him will be happy, I read books to him and go out on walks so he can relax. When I go shopping I know just what he wants me to get. (goofy) 020627 ... blown cherry I see "phil" everywhere it's written. 020630 ... phil I see blown cherry right here 020701 ... blown cherry no, I'm down here now 020701 ... phil home everything melt scary acid 020703 ... phil paper_scissors_rock_scissors_rock_paper_rock_paper_scissors crazy_happines_pain_happines_pain_crazy_pain_crazy_hapiness paper_scissors_rock_scissors_rock_paper_rock_paper_scissors pain_crazy_hapiness_crazy_hapiness_pain_happines_pain_crazy paper_scissors_rock_scissors_rock_paper_rock_paper_scissors happiness_pain_craZ_pain_hapiness_crazy_happines_crazy_pain 020710 ... phil shall we see what yesterday brings? 020729 ... blown cherry writing tomorrow what exactly is it you are trying to do? I can think of many things, but I don't know which it is? 020730 ... squint i've sort of done that before, but i at least wrote a variety of thoughts. sheesh. it just brings you to the day before yesterday until we just keep going backwards AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! 020730 ... Moonpiece i think he noticed that many of the blathes on the 'yesterday' side weren't on 7/28, but rather 7/27, 7/26, even some were last written on 7/24. some sort of blather_glitch i guess. it freaked me out too when i kept hitting refresh and all the blathes on the yesterday and today side kept changing drastically. mysterious. 020730 ... phil Like a layer of dust set in a glacier. It started out a small prank. I wanted to overshadow any efforts you guys made that day. Just taking out a wall. I felt like I was adding a new dimension to blather. Much more horizontal. But then things started getting out of control, new words kept popping up. It was never intended to handle this type of situation. So I just kept going. For it to make any sense every word needed today tagged on it. Then people could only stare in wonder. I would touch god, yesterday would be no more. I thought it would give me power. But it had to be stopped. And now that's it's over all I can say is "Man, I saw things, you just wouldn't believe." 020730 ... phil I still have the urge. 020730 ... Goddess of Loff caitlin and life are his life. he misses them both, and he carrasses them as he keeps them. 021023 ... WiseMeLoN knows his shit. Dead to him, is alive to you. Love all around. Deductive reason that. he'll pepper your poridge. 021023 ... phil http://www.jonathanbaker.org/gallery/ 021104 ... phil shit man, the way I see it. You can onyl do one thing at a time, and that's to everybody. 021105 ... ??????? May I impersonate you, Phil? 021105 ... link but of course it would impress me 021105 ... freakizh mmm :) he called me whore that was sweet 021106 ... full oBah what's alive that feels so white? 021218 ... phil an eyeball 021218 ... WiseMeLon hello phil ever hear the tail of the creator. Let your creations grow out of hand and you shall find the secrets of them. SUch secrets that it will haunt your dreams for a thousand millenia. TO HE WHO READS THIS YOUR HEART WILL STOP IN 7 AND A HALF HOURS 021219 ... Vorisida Hearts don't exist, Phil, DO you eat lemons? Your mind exists in your Quapmoc, Everyones does Create life with death and eat hearty judgement then leave, and hurt a deathly stone 021219 ... JRdingbatt121 what fucking joke of a person...he writes odd stuff about other people to cover up his insecurities..oooo im weird look at me...paint a fucking target on your head if you wanna be seen you fucking flower pot 021229 ... Youre a little bITCH Fuck you Phil's cool 021229 ... Strideo who has insecurities? . 021230 ... possibly the most confused person ever i really like phil, but this "phil" that you are speak of, i dont he is the phil i like. of course i could be mistaken, but i dont think i am. to the phil i speak of, i think i am falling in love with you. which is a wierd thing seeing as i dont know what love truly is. 030118 ... phil well that takes a.. well nevermind. You're making me confused too. And as for all you shouters over there, everybody reads something different. 030129 ... Strideo phil? . 030130 ... spike phil would make a nice masseuse. no? 030131 ... phil I haven't gotten any good practice. 030206 ... phil you're a sick man charlie brown 030211 ... jane did you mean it when you said you wanted to fuck me 030211 ... :) shut the fuck up you gay fuck retard 030221 ... phil do you mean for me to say I'd want to fuck you? 030327 ... jane you said it see: jane 030328 ... megan i feel like you're taking away my best friend. and it hurts so bad sometimes, when i pick up the phone because i know she would be right there holding me if something went wrong, but she's not anymore. and maybe i'm being jealous, but never the less, it still hurts more than anything and i hate you for that. i wish she'd come back. i wish so bad. 030328 ... phil I_battle_the_rabble_with_babble riding beneath the stars the land beautifl at night I see only the bright light of the stars not going far in a car, ha not feeling a heart I accelerate pushing to the floor that porcelin figure I adore it's my escapade my getaway taking speed as I escape empty chambers filling hollow holes everyone running in a barrel 12 miles long... emptied into the night my dashboard glows as holes shattering windows blow feeling the ground below with their bones putting my suffering in a hole pouring into my soul I take no love I feel no love I see no angel of love I see the night in my singing tones except for this fucking ground my dignity in the magazine I'm not sick but my kidneys rot inside me... I feel the ground swerve, suffering jumping out windows glass shattering elbows the pavement pillows going home... to the motionless sea accepting me the motionless sea. Every night I roam alone trying to understand I cannot stand one more night feeling low everything left alone without love The angle of death here and now the angel in white the only one I love the famine the misery the pain seeing what has been done I make my escape I accelerate 030410 ... somebody you are wise. 030625 ... 111111111 a]d9f 031127 ... jane thanks for the call last night. it was a fantastic surprise 040308 ... minnesota_chris annoying 040521 ... minnesota_chris desist 040521 ... obvious McKrakken 040521 ... iNsEcUrE_GoTh_GiRl strange 040522 ... Connecting..the.dots.. thank you for giveing me some perspective 040610 ... phil I desist you continue this stopping immediately! 041012 ... phil I walked and saw a carved up tree and a dead rabbit I saw the scars covering the ground and the power lines Plants that had grown tortured from behind fences. my friends suicide overshadowing 200 houses. I don't think I can ever get past this pain. The answers I get from nowhere. I don't ever want to go back to the mad world I came from. Where there is nothing left to see. 041106 ... phil It must suprise you Cori how much you mean to me. I mean you suprise me. I feel kind of stupid saying it. I love the way you show me things. 041106 ... phil dam 041129 ... dam is right 041129 ... fix 041129 ... phil hotornot.com keyword: exploring 041201 ... phil The last romantic thing that anyone had ever said to me was sex. And I remember it well, the way her eyes rolled into the back of my brain. I don't rememeber being in love, but I definetly was. I don't think I can imagine people as they really are, reading on blather. I imagine you sitting at your computer, drinking a soda, setting down a book every so often to type, in reply, a message to something I said. In an off-hand way. Your not perfect, and though you hardly realize it, your out with your friends. Missing opportunites by inches day to day. I bet you didn't know that my teeth hurt whenever I eat a candy bar. I am timid about brushing them. I liked the movie pi, it was simple and not as confusing as a lot of movie that try to deal with big ideas. And it has the cool drill scene which is a good reason to watch it again. Who am I writing to? you. Hi, I know you are reading. It's funny how that all works out. How are you doing? Are you getting enough sleep? Do you ever feel lonely? Or are you the type of person who has all the friends. Why didn't you care about me? Why didn't you call. Why didn't we do some of the things you said we were going to? What the hell is wrong with you?! Can we just try maybe instead to at least say that something is wrong between us, and with everyone we know. Something is wrong, with everyone I know. Every relationship, every acquaintence. I just can't be friends. I can't stand them. I can't be truthful. I hate the way I am stuck in the middle sometimes. Forced to take what I am given, love who I hate. I swear to god you do not understand. The way people can be mean in the shadows. And the way that I can't. And as I write I go back and correct and realize what I said all made sense. But not all of it is true, I can't write that. 050104 ... ♥ i did call. you never called me back 050104 ... ♥ p.s. though. i still care. 050104 ... phIl 'Cardboard' The light on the other side of my hand splinters, pushing the receptors, rods and cones in my eyes, further from reality. My vision starts darkening, I hear angels screaming, enraged at all this ending. Like passionate corkscrews driven through reflected pools, spherical tears filled with black pupils spill out. Pain erodes the walls wrapped around my brain, stoking the flames, spread like, sounds of a symphony, running up my