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Monday, August 2, 2004 - Will return soon.
Okay, I admit it. I actually did give in to the Xanga craze. Though, I do want to inform you that this page is ALWAYS more in depth then my Xanga page and for the most part, the Xanga is only used to give out info that I want my Clinton High friends to either know or hopefully apply. No guarantees on that, though, lol.

Anyway, here is the link. Have fun and happy trails....

Clave out. Peace. 09:36 p.m.

Friday, June 11, 2004 - My evil plan to save the world!
Just you WAIT till it's unfurled!

And I'm pretty sure it's involved with Dino Comics Which I have decided is one of the funniest things. EVER

Clave out. Peace. 12:27 a.m.

Tuesday, May 25, 2004 -
This is a song by Five Iron Frenzy called "On Distant Shores" that I consider to be my testimony.

I have been scared so deep by life and cold despair,
and brittle bones were broken far beyond repair.
I have leveled lies so deep, the truth may never find.
And inside my faithless heart, I stole things never mine.

If mercy falls upon the broken and poor,
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.

I have toiled for countless years, and ever felt the cost,
and I've been burned by this world's cold,
like leaves beneath the frost.
On my knees I've crawled to you, bleeding myself dry,
But the price of life is more, then I could ever buy.

If mercy falls upon the broken and poor,
Dear Father, I will see you, there on distant shores.

And off of the blocks, I was headstrong and proud,
at the front of the line for the card-carring, highbrowed.
With both eyes fastened tight,
yet unscarred from the fight.
Running at full tilt,
my sword pulled from it's hilt.
Its funny how these things can slip away,
our frail deeds,
the last will wave good-bye.
Its funny how the hope will bleed away,
to citadels
we build and fortify.
Good-bye!

Night came and I broke my stride,
I swallowed hard, but never cried.
When grace was easy to forget,
I'd denounce the hypocrites,
casting first stones,
killing my own.
You would unscale my blind eyes,
and I stood battered, but more wise,
fighting to accelerate,
shaking free from crippling weight.
With resilience unsurpassed,
I clawed my way to you at last.
And on my knees,
I wept at your feet,
I finally believed,
that you still loved me!

Healing hands of God have mercy on our unclean souls once again,
Jesus Christ, Light of the world, burning bright
within our hearts forever.
Freedom means love without condition
without beginning or an end.
Here's my heart
let it be forever yours.
only you can make every new day seem so good!

Clave out. Peace. 11:36 p.m.