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Wednesday, November 19, 2003

 

"Tetsujin"

   Forged iron?! Never could I happen to stumble upon such a metaphor that could describe our little hero so badly, for he has never been considered as something as hard as iron (up the irons, by the way!), and let alone iron being forged. What the hell am I talking about? Well, I think I was stumbling upon my little winamp list. And came across some of the Matrix Reloaded/Revolutions OSTs. A-yup. I've seen all three. You probably have your own opinion, so you don't need mine, of that I'm sure. Let us just say that I liked the trilogy.

   So, does this mean that now I'm really back? Who knows... only time can tell. I'm here for just a small period of time tonight, so for now, only five minutes will have to suffice, perhaps tomorrow I can return. Yes, I would very much like that.

  I've gotta get me a fotolog, Javo instructed me to. Except that their stupid page doesn't work. Here I am, in a constant flux of ideas pouring all over and no place to stamp them. I've lots of new anecdotes and silly stories to share. Wether they will reach the final cut, remains to be seen as well.

  Ah, that's my cue...I've gotta split, like now.

  Great Telemarketer Noe
Dante Sparda posted this at 1:23 AM.

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