today the 9th
Beetle-like small dendryphantines with robust carapace.
Agassa cyanea and Sassacus papenhoei are closely related though now placed in separate genera; they differ in the form of the carapace.
Can it possibly be a way of the mind to trap oneself within the maze of imagination? It is merely the creation of the planets that started the perpetual beating you hear within ones chest. the beating of the mind as ideas are slowly manifested into creation within the mind itself. It is only then do we realize it is time for such a great thing to be release to the real world. O but we do feel the pain as we say goodbye.
This my friend, is the way of life.
My mind desired some creativity. I shall not deny my mind.
just to let you know the light upon my new watch is working now, it didnt when i bought it. How funny that works. Chris its almost time. James you should reply to my email you nerd. Right now im chilling at a friends house in new London in north america and about to watch a dvd on carter beauford(drummer for dave matthews band), cant wait. today is my day off so i dont know what we gonna do yet. chill i think. take some pictures. havin a good time but im kinda over the camp now, im ready to go explore america a bit. new york, boston, etc. i absolutely cant wait for europe, london. its gonna rock my socks off. i dont really like to wear socks so if i happen to be wearing socks at the time they might get rocked off, we'll have to see.
im going on a trip next week, hiking, kayaking and mountain biking, it'll be a good time, good for pics. thts all i care about really.
i think you guys should tell me some stories you know. whoever is reading this, yes you, with the hair. reply to this with a creative and ingenious story that involves a toothbrush and a map of south america. go!
have a wonderlik dinsdag.
Agassa cyanea and Sassacus papenhoei are closely related though now placed in separate genera; they differ in the form of the carapace.
Can it possibly be a way of the mind to trap oneself within the maze of imagination? It is merely the creation of the planets that started the perpetual beating you hear within ones chest. the beating of the mind as ideas are slowly manifested into creation within the mind itself. It is only then do we realize it is time for such a great thing to be release to the real world. O but we do feel the pain as we say goodbye.
This my friend, is the way of life.
My mind desired some creativity. I shall not deny my mind.
just to let you know the light upon my new watch is working now, it didnt when i bought it. How funny that works. Chris its almost time. James you should reply to my email you nerd. Right now im chilling at a friends house in new London in north america and about to watch a dvd on carter beauford(drummer for dave matthews band), cant wait. today is my day off so i dont know what we gonna do yet. chill i think. take some pictures. havin a good time but im kinda over the camp now, im ready to go explore america a bit. new york, boston, etc. i absolutely cant wait for europe, london. its gonna rock my socks off. i dont really like to wear socks so if i happen to be wearing socks at the time they might get rocked off, we'll have to see.
im going on a trip next week, hiking, kayaking and mountain biking, it'll be a good time, good for pics. thts all i care about really.
i think you guys should tell me some stories you know. whoever is reading this, yes you, with the hair. reply to this with a creative and ingenious story that involves a toothbrush and a map of south america. go!
have a wonderlik dinsdag.
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pah!
youre funny...im in hartford now and i googled your name to see your pictures becuase theyre amazing...and i found your little journal thing...pah. sorry that the camp thing is over for you but i bet id feel the same way being stuck in one little corner of america for 3 months.
i wanted to see pictures from mikes house the time we listened to dave on the lake...you let me down. the other ones are alright (by that i mean i want them all).
hope camp's fun...i miss it. see ya in a few weeks.
-caitlin
Ross we all miss u back home bru winter is turning to summer the Notrhw wester is being converted to south easter and the skies from grey to blue, and these changes bring fond memories of the good times we all shared. I have a special picture to send u with an email that is soon to reach u. greetings from africa. Seabass
ahoys dude, did you get hit by katrina, lank concern this side, hope you is alright yeah.
i havet got any email from you yet, donna what you goin on about.
me ian plus other varsity human beings chowed magic muffins at uni on a feild trip to a construction place. shortly after arriving at the fuckoff noisy construction site, we aborted swiftly to the retreat of a the humble roads memorial to trip out to the awesome view, chilled there for quite a while and missioned back home. was fuckin fantastic, me and josh sure pulled together some hard core muffins. i bought a bankie, and ofcourse shoved the whole lot into a batter of 12 small double choc chip muffins, potent little bombs of pleasure.
surfed on sun, water was lanlk murkey, i think thats what has made me sick a fuckin again.
the craziest swell thats ever hit cape town struck last week, me and charlotte went to sea point and at this spot their callled rocklands was peeling lefts, 20 + foot, no shitting you, the waves were RIDICULOUSly big, i dont even wanna know what dungeons was doing. i never have seen waves so big in my life except for that one time on the imax.
anyways dude hope Katrina didnt clean you (huh huh get it katrina...cleaning *my maid if you dont get it)
awe - james
ahoys dude yuou should visit my page, its got you in it
http://spaces.msn.com/members/splissm/
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