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SOME TIME AGO ! (in around march to be exact) DandG  went to 2 ART SHOWS IN ONE NIGHT!!!  (well actually G couldn't make it so D brought the beautifull Jacqueline suzanne Cerminara in his place.) i know what your thinking... how could they. well with a rip in the time space continum and a pontiac vibe i sapose anything is possible.
i didn't take too many pics of the actual art at the first place...but thats ok, cause every knows art shows are just about putting on your favorite pair of shoes and getting drunk with your friends.

the first show was a nice little photo show by SETH FLUKER called STRANGE DAYS INDEED at the famed ANTI SOCIAL GALLERY (yes the one owned by pro sketer RICK McCrANK).  if you haven't been to the Gallery space located in the rear of the ANTI SOCIAL SKATE SHOP, then you should go kill yourself.  The place is bonkers and bananas and peaches and cream....its sweet ok and you never know what kind of magic and delight it will have to offer you.

ANTISOCIAL GALLERY
2425 main st.
vancouver B.C.
604-708-5678























the second show was an instalation peice by Wes Cameron and Matthew (stiffy) Robertson which was titled KNEELING REPRISE.  Wes and Stiffy said good-bye to the space they curate known as Lobby Gallery located at the Dominion hotel in the (you guessed it) the lobby of the Hotel.
Kneeling reprise was an intervention that involved a sculptural reworking of the original gallery wall construction into a functional object (that big white bench looking thing) that related an anthropomorhpic* gesture.
i'd have to say it was quite nice and afterwards at the lamplighter (its next door) Victoria, Victoria, Joe abernethy and Zuzia provided a fitting soundtrack for the evenings end.

*relating to anthropomorphism the attribution or ascription of human charachteristics to inanimate objects, animals, forces of nature etc.

www.lobbyproject.com
210 Abbot street. @ water
Vancouver B.C
thanks for reading (your a diamond in an A.D.D rough) and enjoy the sore eyes.
cyber hugs and internet kisses- DandG
















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you know why women buy sexy underwear?  you guys think its for you and maybe that is so and you do cross our minds as we gaze at the lacy ribbony thing hanging there in delightful seduction. but its not thoughts of "i wonder what he'll think when he sees this?" its more on the lines "will i feel sexy wearing this around him even if he doesn't know i'm wearing it?"  women in my opinion buy sexy underwear for themselves because we like to feel sexy not just for you guys but for ourselves we like to feel sexy when we are lounging around in our scrubby old sweats wearing sexy underwear under them makes you feel sexy (or is that just me?) feeling sexy makes our self-esteem soar who doesn't want to feel good about themselves the way the lace feels or better yet the smooth silky satin that caresses our curve it makes us feel daring (again maybe thats just me) but in general i think sexy underwear was made for women not for mens enjoyment (but then again thats just what i think i buy sexy underwear for me not for anyone else well maybe someone else)


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Sorry



My  name is Sarah

I am but three,

My eyes are swollen

I cannot  see,



I must be stupid,

I must be bad,

What else could have made

My daddy so mad?



I wish I were better,

I wish I weren't ugly,

Then maybe my Mommy

Would still want to hug me.



I can't speak at all,

I can't do a wrong

Or else I'm locked up

All day long.



When I awake I'm all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren't home.



When my Mommy does come

I'll try and be nice,

So maybe I'll get just

One whipping tonight.



Don't make a sound!

I justheard a car

My daddy is back

From Charlie's Bar.



I hear him curse

My name he calls

I press myself

Against the wall.



I try and hide

From his evil eyes

I'm so afraid now

I'm starting to cry.



He finds me weeping

He shouts ugly words,

He says its my fault

That he suffers at work.



He slaps me and hits me

And yells at me more,

I finally get free

And I run for the door.

He's already locked it

And I start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall.



I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken.



"I'm sorry!", I scream

But its now much toolate

His face has been twisted

Into unimaginable hate.



The hurt and the pain

Again and again

Oh please God, have mercy!

Oh please let it end!



And he finally stops

And heads for the door,

While I lay there motionless

Sprawled on the floor.



My name is Sarah

And  I am but three,

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah.  And you can
help.



It sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it
on I

pray for your forgiveness, because you would have to be one heartless
person

to not be affected by this email.  And if you are affected by this
email, do

something about it!!  So all I am asking you to do is take some time
to send

this on and acknowledge thatthis stuff does happen, and that people
like

her dad do live in our society, and pray for child abuse to wither out
and

die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.





Please pass this poem on as a Blue Ribbon Against Child Abuse because
as

crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life.





Please forward if you are



*~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~

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life is a mistery to most of us, we tr yto break the code bu just end up broken and sore, we try to run as wild as we can, separete the boy from the man, try to escape the pain and frustration of the normal day, corrupted by the air we breath and sounds we hear, not even trying to understand what others say, we close our eyes for the injustice in the world to stare at the bak of our eyelids and closing ourselfs from the society, but as we are nothing but left-overs in the corporal mashine we are chewed and spitt out while others get killed for no more reason then a cup of salt, we get our brain washed by adds on tv to by sertain product, when there are people who die for a cup of water, we travel through our own mind as a rollercoaster, pain is nothing but the break of this ride, when we realise that nobody lives but everybody dies, and so we get chained in our thoughts of the present not even looking forward, but always backward, defending our back from our own kind and trying at the same time to stab the one infront of u in the back with his own knife, we live sleeping and dreaming of a world that doesn't actually exist, a world where free will is actually free and u can be whatever you want, but I tell you, look at your world now, where people are gudged not by the qualities of their personality but the colour of their skin or the way they dress or god they worship, when did we become so hatefull, when did we become so enclosed in our own hopes for a better tomorrow when we have to hope for a better today where nobody dies of hunger and everybody lends a hand to the others without waiting something in return, but I spit on the pride of those who think that money has more value then human life and that kapitalistic system that has brought so many pain and suffering to the once i love and those i charish, why should the innocent succumb to a corupted system when the guilty once are safely up on the throne eating chicken wings and oisters when we feed on our own dreams and we choack on our hope for a better life for our kids that know nothing else but war and death, they know how to kill a man in 5 different ways but don't know how to write a letter to their grandparents, when they know the price of all the new clothes and dont know who is Shakespear, when the only thing they read is the back of the cardboard box of cereal and watch nothing else but their favourite celeberties cell theirselfs on tv for peanuts, sellin their soul for nothin much but fame, hungry for the word, hungry for the recognisian of their existence, but I don recognise them as they didn't help humanity, they helped themselfs and now they live happily ever after on the ruined lives of many, brainwashed and crushed by a mashine ran by masters of puppets, shadows hidden in the back that manage to start a war with the snap of their fingers, for whom the life of a man is as insignificant as the life of a fly, I spit on people that think equality is something bad, as human is made to strave for domination, to try to crush his brother and be on top.

So where did we go wrong?

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Last night while meghan was making out with her b/f me and my buddy "SCOTTYDOESNTKNOW" we decided to steal her car and take it for a joyride and after scotty took a corner really fast and all the stuff on the rearview mirror and stuff in the car hit me in the face like sunglasses, necklaces, tampons, and all the other shi*t a girl has in her car. We were cruisin up the strip and we saw the unmarked tan chevy police car pulling a truck over and i thought it was my friend Brad so we drove up to check it out. It wasnt brad and after we drove by the cop jumped in his car and went after us. We were like what the hell did we do, and then i thought oh no its officer wingDicker the cop that i ran from before, (jumped my car off of the round about) so i was thinking great. Then the cop pulled us over and meghan was on the otherside of the parking lot watching and about to cry. Then scott rolls the window down and accidently yells out, what the f*ck does he want, nd the cop was right there. Hes like what did u say and scott didnt respond so he asked me. i didnt want to talk to i started drinking my can of Dr. pepper. Then he's like have you guys been drinking and i go, no officer we are on the patch, lol just kidding i didnt say that. We said no and then hes looks around the car and sees this little tiny ribbon that meghan had hanging on her mirror and the cop goes u have to take that down or i will give u an obstruction of view ticket. Scott goes well this isnt my car. The cop goes well then whos is it. Scott goes some girl Named meghan. the cop goes is this car stolen we are like no! its a friends car and we are just dropping it off in this parking lot. So then the cop check the car and hes like okay well have a good night. So then he let us go. We drove back to meghan and she was crying and pissed at us. But it would have been easy if we would have stolen a car we would have gotten away cause he didnt even check the plates. But the windows are tinted so there is no way that he could have seen the little ribbion especially at 1 am. so he just was being a dick.

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Eleven o' six. Another sip of beer, already eight beers in. Bud Light is the way to go. Starting to get drunk. Another one of Matt's tour stories including all the alcohol and sex, everything that includes being a 'Rock Star' as he calls it. Cigarette smoke completely fills the air making my eyes burn. Girls laugh and gossip in the corner. Eleven fifteen. Time flies when you've had more than your fair share of the bottle. Playstation blares from the next room as Matt starts his third story of the night. Ive heard this one so many times I could probably tell it better myself. Eleven twenty. My eyes start to fade as the story continues. Eleven twenty five. Matt pukes fro the first time of the night, won't be the last. I'm pushed aside as everyone runs to watch. Dan video tapes the entire puke fest only to puke on himself in the process. I ask myself why? Eleven Fifty. Pre-gaming it, is now over, time for the bar. A crew of about twenty kids walk through town to the local white-trash watering hole. We all pull up stools next to Jim-Bob and Clayton for a night of Jack Daniels and Pabst Blue Ribbon. Twelve O'clock. Quarters line the pool table a beer covers the floor. Grasping the butt end of a pool stick, Matt sings “Welcome to Paradise” better than Axel Rose himself, hitting every note. Our crowd took over the bar starting our own party. Twelve thirty. Matt and I on a doubles team ran the table for most of the night. Shots keep coming as Matt starts to sway. As he runs to the bathroom for the second puke of the night. The usually fight between the townies breaks out. We all run outside to watch but it never gets far. Two O'clock. We decide its time to head back to the apartment for the after party. A few head for Mobile for beer and munchies. Two Twenty Five. More people came to the apartment than we left with. Some thirty of so kids packed in like sardine's. We play cards and talk about the upcoming snowboard season for a couple hours before I'm too tired to stand. Time for bed. Three forty five. I hit the bed like a ton of bricks. TV still blares from the next room. I only hear it for about a minute before I'm out cold.

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Man the craziest sh*ts just happened tonight this is me tell kesley about it leave comments if u dont believe me cuz this is all true



natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
Hey
ribbon love (68) says:
hey!
ribbon love (68) says:
whats up
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
nuttin much just chillin we are staying up all night cuz the crazest thing happened and we are afriad someone will kill us
ribbon love (68) says:
ahh thats nuts
ribbon love (68) says:
tell me
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
ok it was like 9 or something adn we were hungry to se ordered some pizzas adn we went to go pick them up and on the way home someones house was on fire cuz we lost power and it must of been electrical
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
our friends dad was there and he was helping out and on the way back to drop our firends dads car off out in the wood thier was a perfect circle of fire for no reaso so my brother drop us off there so we went to investigate
ribbon love (68) says:
woah creepy
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
and then he came back we went back to his car which was still up by the house fire we drove back to get to our house the fire was completely out
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
the fire in the wood was out
ribbon love (68) says:
jigger....this is crazy
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
and we got out and looked around i mean the fire was like friggin blazin and we were gone for like 3 minutes at the most and we went out to look we heard like this loud beeping noise and this faint voice it sounded like it was talking to us it was f*cking scary as hell i dont think i have ever run so fast
ribbon love (68) says:
IM SO SCARED FOR YOU
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
so now we regret watching scary movies and its was all xfiles and sh*t
ribbon love (68) says:
haha nooo kidding...woah dude thats actualyl so crazy
ribbon love (68) says:
id stay p too
ribbon love (68) says:
up*
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
then were talking about the beeping noise adn what it could of been but all we could think of was it was the fire engine down the road but the beep were so loud it couldnt of been it cuz it was so close then we were just sitting there and this loud beep came it just crazy
natedawg2256aol.com (E-mail Address Not Verified) says:
im not even joking either
ribbon love (68) says:
yea i belive you, things like that always happen to me and nobody belives me but holy id be crying
ribbon love (68) says:
haha oh man

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"TO MY STARLA DEAR"


my starla dear i see the twinkle in your eye
a million miles to your heart

a rocket ship that blasts into the sky
closes the distance we have apart

i see the pink ribboned sky you paint for me
and through the clouds i soar into blue

days remembered days so free
i'm coming home straight back to you...

starla dear what makes you love
and how can you explore

a heart so free and full of love
it's you that i adore

the stars shine bright, the moon is right
to bring my soul to you

i have one life to live this love
that is so pure and true.....

(c) tokoyboi





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i got it for this girl on here, well actually more than one, and i know i shouldn't. why does this always happen? how do i end up liking someone i can never talk to in person? maybe it's not as bad as i think and i'm just being retarted. i really hope that is the case. i mean, there are WAY too many girls on here that i would SO go out with. but alas, destiny has some plans that are set, and some that are not, and who's to know how that sh*t ever worx. i mean i look to the stars every frickin night, and on nights where i can't see them, i wish on the 11 tattooed around my right wrist, and wish for answers i cannot have. i mean how do you know when that person is the right one? will you ever know? do you get a butterfly feeling in your stomach? or do you just loose sleep for weeks on end and never eat, and have really crazy dreams about a girl you'll never kiss, or maybe kissed once but never will again, and hope that isn't true.....i think that most people are f*cked up. but almost every girl i have talked to on here is really nice, i can tell they are nice, and i'm a total sucker for nice girls. i don't fall for girls in the robot world of the internet, well i did once and that was something i'll never really get over, cause i really did care about her, but the time was wrong, and i was too weird, and there were too many miles between us, and she didn't feel the same as me, and stuff like that. not that anything like that ever really mattered to me, but not everyone is like me. we are all different, so how is it that a world full of different people find something in eachother that they are attracted to? what are we attracted to in eachother, is it the color of their hair, the way they talk? the bands they like? the foods they eat? the places they go? the world they see through their eyes? the way they sleep in longer than you so you can have about 30 seconds to look a them in such a peacful state you dare not get of bed for fear of disturbing them? they way they drive a car, or the fact that they are against pullution? the way they kiss, what kind of clothes they wear, or drugs they choose to express themselves with, or help ignor the bullsh*t of everyday life? is it the political point of view they have or lack there of? maybe it's the shoes? do you judge people by their shoes? i do, i have friends that say they don't but you can tell. and i'm not saying that i form opinions about people based on their shoes, just that you can read some things about them because of it, anyway....is it the way they look to the sky when the sun is setting and you can see them counting the endless ribbons of color stretching across it or how the same view is reflected against the skyline of glass over a mile long linking from one building to the next? is it the way they love to walk around a city and jump and scream at a show no matter how old they are getting or how young they still are inside, and still like to get away to the trees and mountains on a day that would rival the day the earth was created? or is it just beacause certain people were meant to be together? is it just as simple as that? i have no idea, and it's driving me crazy, yet at the same time i don't care to know all the answers, cause not knowing is 1/2 the fun of it all........everytime it's 11:11, i make a wish that that person out there will just keep holding on cause i'm not really that far away, we just haven't met yet....or have we?....wow! i was just thinking all of that and i'm not even stoned..........

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as i sat here, thinking of the whole 5 years i spent in the neat-o era we call the 80''s, i decided to take a trip down memory lane. does any of this ring a bell? BR
Rave-tons of it, Stick-up bangs (the Claw), Multicolored, Crimped, Side Ponytails, Ultra-Teased, Platinum Blonde, Glitter, Multiple Scrunchies, Ribbon Barettes, Banana Clips, Neon,Matching Socks, Thick belts, Shoulder Pads, Off-Shoulder Shirts w/ Tanktops, Rock Band Shirts, Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Black & Neon, Leather, Legwarmers, Exercise Gear, Super Tight Minis Jackets, Don Johnson, Curly, mullets, spikey hair, "Bowl"Cut,Pompadour ,Gerry-Curl, White Socks with Stripes at the Top, Jeans with Big Holes, Pump-up Hightops, Slap Bracelets, Rubber Bracelets, Jellies, L.A. gear, and last but not least, jordach. whew. im out of breath.

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Team seattle: me!, jodi, raycho, peter





no gelato, no boots, mountain closes at 4 not 10, cool 18 yr olds, spazz, midgets (dope ones), donkeys, cadilacs, heated seats, webcams, bird feeding, snow angels, new radical friend, pabst blue ribbon, asian contact salution, haute asses, good times, good friends, jodi and peter pretending they had more fun than me and raycho (they didnt), we could take over with a team of haute people like us.

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"What they really thought of me"

Last night laughter and memories erupted from the old orange Nike shoebox. The places, the faces, the blips of days, frozen for a lifetime of smiles. The musty smell of the chemicals used to manufacture such gems seeped out like a civ. Labeled meticulously in order as not to disturb the chronological order of our childhood, the photographs stood as a testament to our past. Every picture was greeted with a warm chuckle and a bashful shake of the head. My mother held one particular photo in her hand for a brief time and with a smirk and a laugh dancing in her eye she began to tell me of a time she once remembered.

I was in the living room dancing as I had done quite often, dressed like a “jezabel” as my mother put it. With mismatching leg warmers hugging my legs, colorful ribbons dangling from my arms and hair, and layers upon layers of tu-tus, my mum and grammy played audience to my dazzling display of innocence. “You cared only about your dancing and your own little world”, she explained. “I tried to understand you world but you wouldn’t let me in.” I knew for sure that my mum was going to lead me into a sappy story about how she loved me so on and so forth.

She continued on about that time her and her mother sat mesmerized by my gracefulness. She sat on the couch shaking her head beguilingly from side to side and said with an ere of hopelessness, “Oh mummy do you think she’s going to be ok?” My parents always knew that I was slightly off yet could never figure out why. I was a free spirit and did things my way or no way at all. I lived inside my head and never let the world peek in for fear of being figured out. My gram took my mum’s hand in hers and whispered in her thick Canadian/Scottish twist of an accent, “Don’t worry dear, she’ll be just fine.” Now I know that my parents thought I was a total fruit loop.

In commemoration to this story I have put up 5 new photos of my days as a fruit loop child.


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Have you ever fish-tailed in a golf cart? I have! Went golfing this weekend and almost tore that cart apart...leave it to women drivers! hahah, anyways, I almost tipped us and my cousin fish-tailed. I dont' remember how I golfed tho, the guys in front of us had a half wrack of Pabst Blue Ribbon strapped to the back of their cart and the drunker they got, the less they realized when the cans went missing...heheh. It was fun tho. How was everyone else's weekend?

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