Christmas List 2004

Ceramic Mixing Bowls

"A Home at the End of the World" DVD (Uncut)

"The Dreamers" DVD (Unrated)

"Dead Like Me" Season 1 DVD

Pioneer Remote for Steering Wheel

"KYB Gas-A-Just Shocks (1 Front, 1 Rear)

"Kitchen Strainer"

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INTO MY OWN
One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew--
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

-Robert Frost

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anarkeef: *gives stacy the finger*
RobertNoelWood: *moons keith*
fnkyassbreaks: *teabags Koku*
anarkeef: *covers eyes before it gets worse*
Kokutona: *opens eyes to enjoy view*
NRGboi21: *touches himself*
Kokutona: haha
Kokutona: *touches him while touching herself while he's touching himself*
Kokutona: *turns on tv*
fnkyassbreaks: *grabs camera and tapes pending orgy*
Kokutona: *sees that sopranos is on*
Kokutona: *wonders if she should participate in orgy since sopranos is on*
Kokutona: *puts leftovers in microwave*
Kokutona: *still wonders*
Kokutona: *decides to tape sopranos*
fnkyassbreaks: *sets up tripod to start watching sopranos*
Kokutona: haha
Kokutona: *asks what type of camcorder will be used for orgy*
Kokutona: *wonders if this will be streamed live on internet*
Kokutona: *afraid to say ask because sees gun in stacy's pocket*
fnkyassbreaks: *answers "but of course"*
Kokutona: *wonders if she'll be monetarily compensated for her 15 minutes*
fnkyassbreaks: *smiles knowing that its not a gun*
Kokutona: haha i was just about to say that

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The Lockless Door

IT went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I thought of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside

Back over the sill
I bade a Come in
To whoever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

-Robert Frost

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