wake josha You have one when you die, and in the morning when you're done sleeping. You have one when you row a boat and if you can't pronounce waik. 980903 ... jade ...the challenge. to rise up and take up arms 'gainst the netted confines of sleep. 980905 ... jules the best thing about that night was to wake up beside you 990315 ... razzle daxle leaving destruction in her wake 990422 ... heidi75 wakey wakey, eggs and bacey 990615 ... clundicus Wake up! Tonight the lions hunt in Kenya. They can eat a man. Rockets are spearing through the sky. They can blast a man to nothing. Rumors prowl like rebellions. They can knife a man. No one survives for long, my boys. Flesh is always in season, lusted after, gunned, grenaded, tabulated through machines, incinerated, beaten to applause, anesthetized, autopsied, mourned. The book of Troy beats on in Goya's paintings and the truce of Lear. Reason yourselves to that, my buckaroos, before you rage to God, country and sis-boon-bah! You won't, of course. Your schooling left you trained to serve like cocksure Paul before God's lightning smashed him from his saddle. So... I wish you what I wish myself: hard questions, and the nights to answer them; the grace of disappointment, and the right to seem the fool for justice. That's enough. Cowards might ask for more. Heroes have died for less. -Author unknown 991202 ... jennifer please don't wake me before you go, because I'd much rather live in dreams were you stay 991229 ... andrea when i woke up this morning unabashed confindances from the night before echo in my ears and make me smile out of curiousity of what will come of it all and then suddenly, i laugh remembering how i flashed the doubletree hotel copyright 1999 991231 ... fitzated for the sun who scattered into flight the stars before him from the field of night, drives night along with them from heaven, and strikes the sultan's turret with a shaft of light fitzgerald 000802 ... kaskarkarminski Lo! Look to the blowing rose about us Into the world i blow At once the silken tassle of my purse tear And its treasure on the garden throw 000802 ... zavyman A rose at dawn Seemingly rises And thus destroys Any hope Of dreams Becoming reality 000807 ... knark digh 402 325 6058 000807 ... tourist It is easier to say don't weep for the Dead, than it is to actually rejoice at their passing. But I still believe the Irish and the Folks down in New Orleans have the right Idea. Have a party Celebrate! for the Dead have no more sorrow, unless we give it to them by our mourning! So when I'm gone Please carry on with a song and Loving Laughter! 001110 ... ass facely "when i die, i'm going to have my ashes mixed into a big bag of hash so all my friends can smoke me away". - roland kirk 001110 ... *Colleen* do you guys ever think that maybe life is nothing but a huge dream? So if Life is a dream, then Death could be a time when you come back to reality. So Death is the ultimate awakening. 010129 ... Dafremen Yea, well what if you ultimately wake up and yer back in this same dream again? 010222 ... j wake up it's a beautiful morning! la-la-la! 030418 ... hsgatincamail all minds wake up all minds 040409 ... absoloot wake me up... i think i'm dreaming but the blood is so warm and the cut keeps overflowing with redness help me 050204 ... no reason i wake up tired every day now 080620 ... tourist In A Few Short Years My Passing Will Leave Nothing In It's Wake No Progeny No Profound Impact On The Flow Of History Just The Passing Of A Shadowy Observer Transient Witness To The Flow Of Time My Essence Returning To The Void From Whence It Arose I Strive To Silence The Internal Voices That Interfere With The True Preception Of This Endless Changing Phenomenon That Constantly Erodes The Elements Of Life I Was Always A Little Out Of Step Out Of Focus Never Willing To Compete On Common Ground With Those More Driven More Excitable Than Me I Sought The Middle Ground To The Point Of Being Luke Warm Without Passion Time Passes On And I With It Soon Contemplating Mortality Is My Latest Pastime Of This Pursuit Of Things Aquired What Can Come Of It? I must Surrender All Even My Form And Mind To The Emptiness That Lies Behind All This Surely Like An Iceberg That Is Where Most Of My Being Has Always Laid Submeged In The Uncreated Anchored Beyond The Precievable Giving Weight To My Existance 080620 what's it to you? who go blather from