Blog From The Past http://blogfromthepast.com Fri, 29 Aug 2008 03:35:34 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 en more bird songs http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=37 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=37#comments Fri, 27 Jun 2008 14:17:14 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=37

bird 1: bee weo weo weo tok tok tokkk tok took ewwweeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEP !!!

bird 2: kwwwiikkikkiiit tok tok

]]> http://blogfromthepast.com/?feed=rss2&p=37 Dream #3: The Harvester http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=34 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=34#comments Thu, 26 Jun 2008 02:48:23 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=34 I had another crazy dream again last night. I dreamt that I had narrow, sharp scythes that protracted from my wrists. I could retract them naturally, as if I was just telling my brain to open or close my fist. I could harvest wheat like no other farmer has ever been able to and I lived a long, prosperous life.

]]> http://blogfromthepast.com/?feed=rss2&p=34 in the basement of a restaurant http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=26 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=26#comments Mon, 23 Jun 2008 17:19:15 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=26


]]> http://blogfromthepast.com/?feed=rss2&p=26 idea: a built-in handle http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=25 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=25#comments Tue, 10 Jun 2008 23:43:48 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=25
Pa laughed when I told him about my idea to actually have a handle built *inside* of a milk bottle.

“How are you gonna do that?” he exclaimed.

]]> http://blogfromthepast.com/?feed=rss2&p=25 the song of a sparrow http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=22 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=22#comments Mon, 09 Jun 2008 03:42:29 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=22

]]> http://blogfromthepast.com/?feed=rss2&p=22 Dream #2: Wind demon http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=17 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=17#comments Sun, 08 Jun 2008 20:54:57 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=17 The dreams I have are so clear and realistic, yet the world I see is unimaginable and filled with strange landmarks, structures, numberic signs of no meaning.

The demon who dances a top of the tall building controls the wind with his every movement.

]]> http://blogfromthepast.com/?feed=rss2&p=17 woman in a passenger car of a locomotive http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=13 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=13#comments Fri, 06 Jun 2008 16:19:40 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=13 I sat nervously across from her in the passenger car. Her clothes looked so expensive… she looked so pretty, and I wondered, where she was going? Why did have to dress up so fancy to sit for so long?

We met eyes.

“Care for some opium?” she asked.

“No thanks.”

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]]> http://blogfromthepast.com/?feed=rss2&p=12 May the future generations of this Earth honor the land. http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=8 http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=8#comments Fri, 30 May 2008 17:12:33 +0000 admin http://blogfromthepast.com/?p=8

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