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It was a rather gloomy day, raining on and off. The rain came like waves, as if trying to trick the people into coming out so it could plummet on them again. As it was, it wasn't going to get any better.  They had no money, at least...not enough to do what the girls wanted to do, which meant they had nothing to do, or endure the whines that they didn't really want to hear. So the Deuces wandered the streets, as they normally did when bored, cracking jokes and taking food from outside grocery displays.  The Deuces had come to a conjunction of alleyways, surrounded by apartment tenements reaching into the sky and dumpsters all around. Not a pal

Paul (poen) Hamer walked over to the old dance hall off haley street. He smiled, loving the new "flourescent" lighting they just put up a few months ago. It made the light colorful and bright against the dull outer walls. But the place was packed; on Saturday night, why wouldn't it be? He walked to the prim dressed orderly at the entrance and sighed as he gave one of his precious dollars to the man. He only made 2.25 an hour at Hal's grocer, and that was only because he'd told the man he needed the money for college! But what else would he spend his money at? This was where all his gang were, and he wouldn't pass up a chance to dance with his

*It was bitter morning on Coruscant, but the city never slept. Hovercars and spacecraft still inhabited the skies, the morning light sprawling and reflecting off the jedi temple with brilliance. The only thing aside from the sun  that told the time was the thick fog on the lower levels, and the fine mist on some upper levels. The council chamber was filled with jedi masters of legend, the light mist giving them an etherial wisdom and experience the young padawans hoped to acheive. There were no yawns or wiped eyes, no circles under eyes or restlessness. Each were calm, as if they had woken from a days rest. Yoda, the regal looking sage in the

Glenn: Hahah! Another plot development! Adam: What the hell are you talking about? Sandra: Don't listen to him, Adam....he's different. Merchant: Welcome! *opens coat* Adam: My god.... Glenn: *retch* Sandra: You don't tan well with that coat... Merchant: Aaaaahhhh....I'll buy it at a high price. Allen: Forgetting this is a beach scene, Mr. Merchant? Merchant: .....Whaddaya......buyin? *walks off confused* Sandra: So why are we here again? Glenn: To see you in a swims- *slap* Adam: Oh my god! It's NBA all star Charles Barkley! Charles: Hello children! Glenn: *Rubbing his face* Get out of here, Chuck Charles: *Head goes down and

Echoes, sweet....echoes I'm a yodeler on a high mountain Your voice resonates a thousand times over I hope to get the chance to see you again The sound...sweeter than a lullaby The voice, lovely serenade The tenuous sound absorbed by greedy ears An eerie melody that went like this... Sweet kiss I miss How I long for your hand in mine Sweet bliss I miss Come back to my arms soon My ears don't get tired of the sweet sound I stand still, fearing of extinguishing the fleeting voice But, I know on the other side my lover awaits So I shout at the top of my lungs to you Love you I, too I cant stand my distance from you Love you

Keeping thoughts inside my heart Tearing my very soul apart Sanity's requiem My remorse My love is meant for you ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The greatest thing ever created was love The worst thing to ever lose was love The awakening of happiness was love The golden age was love The lives we live are love The air we breathe is love Greater we stand in love The greater for you I love ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Within my heart, a secret chasm, an alcove sealed away It's a bit of a special place for me, so to say But

ILOVEYOU                        by Glenn I'm a fool And happy too Don't need to be cool When I'm with you With you I can do anything For you I'd do anything For you my love anything With you my love anything Why should I refrain My love I shout out For what I cannot contain What I cannot be without What could I possibly need more Need more than your embrace My love surges from my core Whenever I see your lovely face Been through a lot? So have I But just look what we've got Tears of happiness I cry God how much i love you God I can't describe God the lucky cards I drew God I can't describe You don't know how lucky I

Aquamarine, green, small flakes of gold Just what else do your eyes hold? Were they created from a perfect mold With thousands of secrets left untold? And sold, now for a year and five Who'd believe our love would survive? Through countless hardships we've been forced to strive But struggling is when we feel most alive And while 1.3 may be nothing to some We both know two and three soon come We're next in line to say we're dumb And by then a year will be but a crumb A crumb in our lovely illustrious cake And in this cake, a pact we'd make I myself can't wait to bake But not for this poem, for heavens' sake! And when our outsta

I stood, idly, waiting impatiently in the coffee shop. The aroma of countless coffee beans filled my nostrils as forcefully as a bulls charge. I always hated coffee, but by some crazy masochistic torture, I perservered. I didn't have to wait long, however, because through the door came Marcus Seda, a peculiar man with a mind by which the sands of the beaches of the world could not escape. He had the figure of a stalky tree, not thin at the sides but he seemed a parallel lapse in my vision. He had eyes as soft and cool as a smooth stone, his gaze piercing but gentle. He smiled to me, the unbuttoned cuffs of his untucked shirt flapping nonchala