900!!!

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Yeah, fun note, it's illegal to sell dildos here in Texas. Cake-toppers, though, a-okay.

elliott...

Kane is now officially banned from the nook.
leave a piece as you leave

is that a picture of you kane?

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is that a picture of you kane?

no it's not, but the guy is me

MARSEILLES, France -- Skirt-chasing playboy Daniel Anceneaux spent weeks talking with a sensual woman on the Internet before arranging a romantic rendezvous at a remote beach -- and discovering that his on-line sweetie of six months was his own mother!

"I walked out on that dark beach thinking I was going to hook up with the girl of my dreams," the rattled bachelor later admitted. "And there she was, wearing white shorts and a pink tank top, just like she'd said she would.

"But when I got close, she turned around -- and we both got the shock of our lives. I mean, I didn't know what to say. All I could think was, 'Oh my God! it's Mama!' "

But the worst was yet to come. Just as the mortified mother and son realized the error of their ways, a patrolman passed by and cited them for visiting a restricted beach after dark.

"Danny and I were so flustered, we blurted out the whole story to the cop," recalled matronly mom Nicole, 52. "The policeman wrote a report, a local TV station got hold of it -- and the next thing we knew, our picture and our story was all over the 6 o'clock news. "People started pointing and laughing at us on the street -- and they haven't stopped laughing since."

The girl-crazy X-ray technician said he began flirting with normally straitlaced Nicole -- who lives six miles away in a Marseilles suburb -- while scouring the Internet for young ladies to put a little pizzazz in his life.

"Mom called herself Sweet Juliette and I called myself The Prince of Pleasure, and unfortunately, neither one of us had any idea who the other was," said flabbergasted Daniel.

"The conversations even got a little racy a couple of times.

"But I really started to fall for her, because there seemed to be a sensitive side that you don't see in many girls.

"She sent me poems she had written and told me about her dreams and desires, and it was really very romantic.

"The truth is, I got to see a side of my mom I'd never seen before. I'm grateful for that."

When starry-eyed Daniel asked Sweet Juliette to send him a picture, Nicole e-mailed him a photo of a curvy, half-clad cutie she'd scanned from a men's magazine.

"The girl in the picture was so beautiful, I begged Juliette to meet me on the beach -- and Mom said yes," he recalled. "Mom says she was falling for me, too, and she just wanted to meet me, even though she knew I'd be disappointed when I saw her.

"As for me, I figured I was going to find the girl of my dreams.

"I guess that's about as wrong as I've ever been."

Daniel admits he and his mother could do little but stammer and stutter around each other for days after their cyberspace exploits came to light. And his father Paul -- Nicole's husband of 27 years -- wasn't too happy when the story hit the news and his beer-drinking buddies made him the butt of their jokes.

"Dad was ticked for a while and he forbid Mom to talk to anybody on the Internet ever again," said embarrassed Daniel.

Didn't read it, sounds like total bull****, nobody would meet someone from the internet on a secluded beach after dark, they'd meet in some public place. They could have at least used a little but of logic to make it even remotely realistic.

how dare you insult my work. And I thought i said to git out!!!!



No I could never think of something, and I never read anything on the internet It sounded funny so I thought maybe someone else would read it.

she's not losing interest in math and science, and while math IS a great addition, the loss of interest is more likely a result of her crystal meth addiction.

but that doesnt explain the arrows

There hasn;t been a post in 14 days, so I thought I would post this:


I hate cats . . .

i hate when peopel mistake the number 3 for 14

peopel!

The Spirit of Independence
by
Diane Harvey
merak@sedona.net

Are you celebrating the memory of the great moment in human history which was our nation's Independence Day? Conscious celebration powerfully reconnects us directly to the original energy of independence itself. Yet this very reconnecting immediately brings into stark relief the actual situation we are in here and now: the near-wholesale loss of all meaningful freedom in daily life. What kind of Independence Day is this?

The tide is flowing strongly against that energy which is the genuine spirit of independence. Whatever it is we might wish to do to assert our uniquely creative spirits, it will most likely be immediately obstructed. The high and wide stone walls of the Nameless Interconnected Directorate are closing in, and closing down the dangerous spirit of independence. We may celebrate the idea of freedom, but the grim truth is that our freedom is now an almost meaningless abstraction, reduced to a celebration of beautiful words in history books and high dreams of past glory. We are a nation of the quietly enslaved now, invisibly chained to the Shadow Power which is devouring our energy, our money, our hearts, our minds, and our souls. Where is our independence today? What are we celebrating?

Independence means the practical opportunity to earn a living through our own intelligent activity, rather than as a nameless numbered biped in a multinational corporate Ubershark. Independence means the opportunity to educate our children according to the compelling natural voice of our own conscience, rather than that of current nightmarish popular opinion. Independence means to be able to actually choose and vote for our elected officials, rather than be forced to accept the present criminal syndicate of wholly-owned corporate puppet-people. Independence means the opportunity to eat and drink substances untampered with by hidden venomous corporate byproducts and oughtright toxic waste. Independence means the freedom to live without being spied on through invisible means, by invisible groups, for invisible purposes. Independence means informed consent of a concerned and enlightened citizenry, rather than secret government experiments perpetrated on an unknowing and deliberately weakened populace.
Independence means the opportunity to innocently think our own thoughts and feel our own feelings, rather than be silently subject to subliminal electromagnetic and chemical psychological entrainment. Independence means the opportunity to seek health, as we understand the meaning of this for ourselves, rather than be coerced and kidnapped outright into the lunatic corporate pharmaceutical-medical straight-jacket. Independence means to be allowed to exist in all our multifarious multileveled multicolored individualities, rather than being forced deeper and deeper into the mindless, heartless, bottomless pit of uniformity. Independence is not a historical right. It is not an abstraction, or a concept. It is either what we are free to try, free to live in here and now, or it is nothing at all. The spirit of independence is not the memory of that spirit.

How free are we to live outside a system which vehemently and effectively opposes the very nature of independence? Are we free to live out our dreams of creating beautiful and useful objects, arts, inventions, and new ways of living? Are we free to pursue the very best that is within us? That would be the practical result of a truely free society, composed of independent individuals. Most of us are not free to do anything except earn a half-a-living, as best we can, within the strict confines of the dark Shadow. The other half of our living we are forced to pay directly into the gaping maw which digests it in order to further enslave us. Of course we are all still perfectly free to starve, out of sight under a bush, in the dust. Elsewhere, any genuine independence is very hard to come by. We have left, as a nation, only negative freedoms and negative independence. We seem outwardly to make choices, to move about, to be actually living. Our chains are now invisible, and this is the worst condition of all. We are still free to imagine we are free.

Have we then, as a nation, irrevocably traded the spirit of freedom for the noxious intoxicating vapors of spurious security? Have we forever renounced the use of our minds, in exchange for the puny inanities of puerile entertainments? Have we now bartered the very souls of our children for the right to work sixty hours a week, to make more money, to pay more taxes, to buy ever more shamefully pointless stuff? Have we exchanged the friendly confidences of our own souls, for the right to ignore the death of the spirit of independence? These are questions we cannot answer, except for ourselves. If we are willing, we can envision all those lives, throughout history, who gave themselves unselfishly in order that the spirit of independence might live on. Can we feel the weight of those endless countless individual sacrifices, and have the courage to measure this against what we have done with the gift of their lives? Painfully conscious of all that was, and is, yet devoid of sentimentality, can we allow our hearts to fully accept this realization? Can we let our minds range tenderly backward over the innumerable lives and deaths spent for this, the last vestige of freedom?

We can pray that we may have the spiritual fortitude to bear knowing what has become of our freedom in our own nation. Because surely our only response to these facts must be to move heaven and earth to rekindle this spiritual fire of independence within ourselves. And then, to rededicate this flame, which can exist only within a willing human being, to the future of this country. For all our tears and regrets are sterile if we do not act to regain our lost freedom. We are united with the past we revere soley through the use we make of the rest of our existence here. Only by our personal willingness to feed that fire with the fuel of our own comfortable lives, will we ever again in all honesty be able to celebrate a living Independence Day.

"But when a long train of abuses and usupations, pursuing inevitably the same object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security." The Declaration of Independence of the Thirteen Colonies in Congress, July 4, 1776



Diane Harvey
merak@sedona.net
July 4 2000

All these pictures are messing my computer up. Damn you Kyle!!

thats the purpose

what meaning can be derived from what this art has done

maybe destroy your computer? Nah...comp gets us masturbating time.

The mission now is to destroy the nook

Continue with pictures until the dam breaks

The creator is destroying his creation . . . what monster hast thou created, Kyle?

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The creator is destroying his creation . . . what monster hast thou created, Kyle?

I think the creation has destroyed the master. Went back to the start of the nook and found this dandy little quip dated July 19, 2004:

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gonna submit a few to Studentfilms.com sometime (hopefully before Fall)

and we're still waiting... I bet Chinese Democracy comes out before we get to see any of Kyle's work..?