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December 1st, 2004
01:11 am - HAMA!S show
Ok so on thursday we're playing at 7.
change of plans
sorry for the inconvenience
still in the kresge student lounge
thanks!
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November 29th, 2004
09:53 pm - So HAMA!S is playing again!
So if you missed us the first time here's your chance to get down on some noise before break.
Everyone that came last time should return!
FUN GUARANTEED
Kresge Student Lounge (not Kresge/Porter) at 5:30 or 6ish.
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November 22nd, 2004
12:34 pm - Just a thank you
Thanks again to everyone that came out to the show on sunday.
LOVE ABOUNDS.
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November 20th, 2004
11:56 am - Sunday Night Concert!
Hello.
HAMA!S will be playing Sunday in the Kresge Student Lounge.
The show starts at 3:30PM.
HAMA!S will be playing sometime around 6:30PM, if we can get some other bands to fill up the slots between 4:30PM and then.
If not, HAMA!S will be playing earlier. It is a gamble.
Come out if you can!
(it is the band I am playing in) support is welcome!
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April 4th, 2004
March 26th, 2004
08:23 pm - THE END
OK SO STANLEY FIGURED ME OUT BIG DEAL. YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF THE FURY. I'VE TAKEN OVER THE MAINFRAME. STANLEY CAN'T TOUCH WHAT HE CAN'T BREATHE, you all had better stop on the outpost we've brought sooooooooo many oCTOPUS legs to break!!? (AND it's a question mark) --------> BUT To be? plus one more he said/ OH MY GOD I'M SO BACK you can't stop what i've become i'm live journal incarnate i am the biggest thing since jesus is bread sliced on top of the refrigerator. <---------------MY ENTRY IS FALLING DOWN A MINE SHAFT ] BOOOM but it's resurrection without 2 white horses (can't hear the coffin lid) i've returned like the flaming bird of prey that crushes mice like earth./ > POINT THE WAY BECAUSE THIS FOREST REPLACED ITs trees with ONE BIG WALL. here it is i made it up sooo bad you are all fooled (WA::) peace out was last said in the concert i remade livejournal in my image (speak to the people) they've GOT NOTHING to say! They don't do they no. They? Don't! i feel like i've fallen into the ocean together please play with me i have nothing but waves to bat around. AND THE PITCH AND HE SCORES. collect all of your timetables and see if you've won a corvette washing machine playdown. Step right up! GIVE ME ALL OF YOUR LIVE JOURNALS AND PUT THEM IN THIS BOX:
(box)
and your imagination too i've tied up the management and stanley is dead. all hope is burning with yesterday's newspapers that everyone forgot to read.
(bow)
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(all rise)
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March 24th, 2004
01:43 am - OK, enough fooling around.
This is Joe. it's always been me. There is no Stanley Getton, I made him up. I write everything in this Live Journal. I'm coming clean. Someone named Invisiblepigeon obliterated the credibility of my entries then quit. I'm speechless with admiration. I will go into the woods to think. But first, I'm releasing some doves.
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Whoooooooo!! There they go!
Current Mood:  contemplative
Current Music: The wind in the white screen.
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March 22nd, 2004
12:52 am - "More Excerpts" by Stanley Getton
...and fell about laughing." For ten years we stayed like that. On afternoons, and sometimes evenings. Later, it would turn into mornings.
My name is Penn and I'm writing this in a tree. I'm going to have my mom type it out later, when I'm done. I am twelve, this is my first book. It's going to be about this tree that I am sitting in because there are not enough books about trees. But in this book it is different because the tree does not talk like in "The Giving Tree" (which is another book about a tree, but it is the exception rather than the rule), the tree is just a tree and that is enough. Here is my first line (the book is starting now): The tree is just a tree and that is enough.
It has leaves that fall into piles of green, then brown, then red, then, like wheels, spinning over my legs in a breeze, tumbling into my mouth. My legs get longer under them, and my teeth fall out.
I will die under this tree.
My name is Penn and I am a tree. I am writing this in a boy. His name is Penn. He is writing this book about me, I am going to copy some of it because some parts are well written. I cannot write very well.
I will grow in this boy.
...and fell down with a crushing boom. Wood piling up like great limbs, stacked on trucks, tied up with iron, shipped off. They are going to use them to make pencils.
My name is Penn, I bought a pad of paper the other day. I am going to use it to write a book. I don't know what it's going to be about.
The first time I fell in love with a girl I laughed. We had snuck off together during lunch, ducked between parked cars, and made our way to the park. I sat on a bench with her and we fed ducks with imaginary bread, giggling because the ducks could never figure out why food was not where we had pretended to throw it to. And while she was laughing her hardest I kissed her. And she stopped laughing, and turned bright red. I didn't know what to do, so I smiled, I'm sure I was red too. Then she took my hand and led me to a tree, and we climbed it, and in a small nook, with holes leading to an empty ant nest, she kissed me. And we both laughed.
It is enough to be in this tree.
Suddenly, I had something to write about! So, I put pen to paper, and it just came out. Just like that! Soon enough, a book was growing.
In ten years I will write something important, when I know how to type. The best write on typewriters, clicking their fingers and chewing on pencils.
Smiling, and climbing down.
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March 20th, 2004
01:37 am - "Excerpt" by Stanley Getton
"Christine?" was heard through the oaken kitchen doors, the brick walls, the plaster. We were in David's room. It was cold. They had forgotten to turn on the heat. David looked at me from his tucked-up knees.
We'd been in that room a long time, set above the garage. Outside were rows upon rows of strawberries, stretching out over dirt roads.
David was so big then, in his room; his bed and dresser looked like they'd been made for a baby. He loomed over everything, like some awkward giant. It seemed an impossiblity for him to have fit under his sheets, or to have even been able to get through the door. I moved my eyes from the doorframe to David's shoulders, to his head, to his feet, and then back.
"Christine?"
It was definitely an impossibility.
"Christine?"
But he had gotten up, bending his head so as to not bang it on the cieling, and somehow managed to squeeze out to the hallway.
"Christine?"
I followed him.
And then downstairs in the kitchen, the wallpaper, blue like an easter egg, the saloon doors swinging like broken arms. And David, and me behind him, and his father blank-faced and pleading to his mother's back: "Christine?" And she not turning for the life of her. "Christine?"
With the sureness of a metronome, David walked between them, stood in front of the refrigerator, pulled back his hand, made a fist, and slammed it into the white door. I could hear every bone breaking, like a muted xylophone. David's father looked where David had punched a hole in the refrigerator door, he opened his mouth as if to speak, but didn't. David pulled out his hand and sat on the ground; he started whimpering.
I thought it was funny, then, that he seemed so small.
I turned to his father, who was walking out of the kitchen, then to his mother, who was still facing the wall.
"Christine?" I asked. "Christine?"
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March 16th, 2004
10:55 pm - TPS Update!
Hello again. I am proud to announce that Stanley Getton has finalized his living arrangements and will be making his first post sometime before March 20th! Everyone at the office is waiting with bated breath. Please check in again sometime soon as this post promises to be fantastic. Thanks again to everybody for their patience in dealing with this inconvenience.
-Richard Anglen, Editor in Chief
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