1994 nah....! "june, you fucker." "oh...was it?" "yes." "that was a long time ago." 011201 ... ClairE I had a dress I loved. My brother was four. 011201 ... birdmad age 22 the year before my mom died the struggle to break the last of my addictions road trips with Tiffiney up to Sedona and Flagstaff and all around the northern forests friday saturday and sunday nights at The Works and the Atomic Cafe, and sometimes at The Jungle after Tiff got the idea that she liked going to topless bars 011201 ... silentbob clerks nirvana and i think i was in fifth grade 011202 ... ClairE I graduated fifth grade that year. Life got interesting in '95. 011202 ... essence a year of many parties, and tunes wippenberg - neurodancer 040520 ... (tuesday) i'm haunted by the ghosts of 1994. god i hope they never leave. we're long overdue for a renaissance and those ghosts play a large role. i can feel it. 050226 what's it to you? who go blather from