When I got my OMA e-mail, it was to "Mark Cheeney" (or Cheeny, I'm not sure)...
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Something weird happened.
When I got my OMA e-mail, it was to "Mark Cheeney" (or Cheeny, I'm not sure)...

When I got my OMA e-mail, it was to "Mark Cheeney" (or Cheeny, I'm not sure)...
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superrgirll
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I just checked my email again, and mine was addressed to the same guy too
-lori
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
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fluttergirl
- Posts: 1319
- Joined: 5/23/2002, 8:51 am
- Location: Austin, TX
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was that the test email that was sent out? I got two of 'em.
xo - Suzie
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/dammitgrrl"><img src="http://www.fluttergirl.com/images/olp/bitches.jpg" border=0></a>
Su7an: I bet Duncan can fly. He's just holding out on showing that skill off.
joe_canadian: Yeah, one day at a concert he'll just stop playing and be like
"Yo muthafuckas! Wheeeeee!" and zoom off into the horizon
<a href="http://www.myspace.com/dammitgrrl"><img src="http://www.fluttergirl.com/images/olp/bitches.jpg" border=0></a>
Su7an: I bet Duncan can fly. He's just holding out on showing that skill off.
joe_canadian: Yeah, one day at a concert he'll just stop playing and be like
"Yo muthafuckas! Wheeeeee!" and zoom off into the horizon
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superrgirll
- Posts: 11216
- Joined: 3/13/2002, 10:59 pm
- Location: toronto
- Contact:
i got those too. The ones that said to ignore them? i think those were from the TH
-lori
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
she's a fool for the last living rock king
http://www.livejournal.com/~got_to_get_away/
HARDCORE!
- Sufjan Stevens
- Posts: 6738
- Joined: 3/17/2002, 12:25 pm
- Location: Detroit, MI
Hey, I got two of those too. 
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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