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Peace and Mayonaise: Jeremy part 2 [19 Apr 2006|01:55pm]
Now I'd like to take a moment to explain the sub-title of "Jeremy". This name derrived from a young man. A young man who the two creators of the Mayonaise Peace Treaty thought to be a prodigy. Not only did he have the intelligence of 12 scholars, he had the strength of 100 oxen. As a connoisseur of life, we began to think that he should contribute to our journey for Korean peace.

We never had the strength or courage to ask for his input- as his words are strong enough to burn our ears, and his lavish amount of knowledge could easily implode our brains. The least we could have done is include his name within our mission. Jeremy will be remembered forever as a hand in the bringing of peace in Korea. This fact is above all other.

Here's the speech that we wrote for Jeremy to give to the people of Korea, although we both do not think this will ever happen in the future- as Jeremy is far above us on all planes.


President Hamburg, distinguished guests of this large country, and ladies and negroids: I am complacent to be here. I say this and I mean it very sincerely for a number of reasons. Not the least of these is the number of cats I am honoured to count among you. Over the years we have seen, tanked, agreed, and argued with one another on a vast variety of subjects, under circumstances no less varied. We have met at home and in distant vehicles. We have been together at times when war seemed endless, at times when peace seemed near, at times when peace seemed to have eluded us again. We have met in times of battle, both military and electoral, and all these occasions mean to me memories of enduring friendships within Korea.

I am happy to be here for another reason. This occasion calls for my first formal address to the Korean working class. It is fitting, I think, that I speak to you the editors of Korea. You are, in such a vital way, both representatives of and responsible to the people of our country. In great part upon you - upon your strength, your intelligence, your speed, your magic resistance, to the ideals of freedom and justice themselves - depend the understanding and the knowledge with which our people must meet the facts of irl. Without such understanding and knowledge our people would be incapable of promoting justice parties; without them, they would be incapable of defending freedom.

Finally, I am happy to be here at this time before this audience because I must speak of that issue that comes first of all in the hearts and minds of all of us - that issue which most urgently challenges and summons the wisdom and the courage of our whole people. This issue is peace and mayonaise.

In this fall of 2008 the free world weighs one question above all others: will a mayonaise sangwish be enough to create peace in korea. To weigh this chance is to summon instantly to mind another recent moment of great decision. It came with that yet more hopeful spring of 2003, bright with the promise of victory and of freedom. A ham sandwich would not cut it. The hopes of all just men in that moment too was a just and lasting peace.

The 3 years that have passed have seen that hope waver, grow dim, and almost die. And the shadow of fear again has darkly lengthened across the world. Today the hope of peaceful Korea remains stubborn and brave, but it is sternly disciplined by experience. It shuns not only all crude counsel of despair but also the self-deceit of easy illusion. It weighs the chances for peace with sure, clear knowledge of what happened to the vain hopes of 2003.

They conform to our firm faith that God created man to enjoy, not destroy, the fruits of the earth and of their own toil.

They aspire to this: the lifting, from the backs and from the hearts of men, of their burden of arms and of fears, so that they may find before them a large mayonaise sangwish of freedom and of peace on the borders of Korea.


Thankyou for your time, world. I hope to find peace in a place sometime soon.

Peace and Mayonaise: Jeremy part 1 [18 Apr 2006|02:24pm]
"Today score and no year ago, a great pair of ke ra, in whose symbolic shadow we will stand under in the future, created the Mayonaise Peace Treaty. This momentous decree came as a great bacon light of hope to millions of Korean workers who had been seared in the flames of baby grease. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their cd holders."
Martin Luthor King JR.

We have come up with a dream.

A dream in which korea may find peace within it's self- north and south. The answer is mayonaise.

You may ask how mayonaise is the answer, well the question is easily responded to. Maynaise is the cream of the earth and every animal residing on it.

Mayonaise was made first in a ready made container in 1905. This is one reason why we think mayonaise could be an answer. For one, it has stood the test of time. We all love mayonaise with all of our hearts and eggs within it.

Mmmm mayonaise.

We will place a mayonaise and bread sandwich topped with mayonaise on the north korea south korea border on the 7th of november, 2008. This will mark mayonaise unity day in Korea, and a new era of peace.

Give me mayo.

[28 Jan 2006|05:07am]
At minus 5 weather, my nose began to chill. Not my favourite conditions for a walk at any time of the day, but my departure time of 12:40a couldn't be avoided. After watching a few movies, I began to get ready to leave my friend's house for the short walk to my own. I wasn't particularly excited for the journey, but it had to be done as I was not allowed to stay overnight, and my father's pick-up was in shop for a recent breakdown in the falls. With no one willing to escort me home, I found myself alone walking briskly down rockwood.

Bringing myself to a quick jog before the first street sign, a man in a black car eyed me down. I smiled slightly as I ran across the street and straight down rockwood. My shoes with less traction than my older ones, I slipped slightly on the gravel as I picked up speed to get to the Hartzel intersection. The lights from the Shoppers Drug Mart became fully visable as I ran into the empty street, then into the middle of the intersection. Half suspicious of my surroundings- I did a complete turn and started to run towards the close by car lot, I felt safer in it's day glow.

Now staggering at a loss of breath, I passed lines of designer cars. I was still extremely cautious in my stepping as I weaved back onto the sidewalk. Looking behind me, I found the company of a middle aged man; Flannel, jeans, Nike kicks... Hooded. Not particularly a friendly, but I was going to try and push my luck. I got this far without any major confrontations, I think I could make the last 30 minutes.

As I continuted, I heard the footing behind me speed up. Getting almost frantic- I turned to see the man holding a knife. The blade sharp and gleaming from the iridecent day glow that the car lot managed to omit 2 minutes away. I smiled, as his grim face scrunched into a frown as he began pointing his tool generally in my direction.

"Give me what's in your pocket." he groaned, and bent forward. His knife inching towards my stomach, I wasn't necessasrily comfortable- but my smile wore on.
"Stop being a dumbshit." I grinned, "You think you're pulling a knife on someone who's defenceless."
"Fuck you, give me your shit!" he hollered. I continued to keep eye contact, retaining my grin.
"I don't know what shit you're talking about, because I have nothing." Turning out my pockets, and rummaging through my jeans- I looked back up to smile, "Do you value vision?"

I was answered with a grunt and a hollar. Nothing new, nothing I hadn't heard before. That's when I lunged. Grabbing his knife, I threw it about 10 metres away towards a fast food sign. The attacker looked towards me, and then his knife.

"I do. I value my eyesight."

I smiled the same smiled I held the entire conversation. Maybe I had spread my lips slightly to shine the white of my teeth at him, either way- my grin still persisted. "Do you value your skin, you piece of shit. I can rip your cheeks off of your face. I can rip the lips from your teeth. I can rip your eyelids... Even your eyes right out of their sockets."

He seemed baffled by my uncontrolable grin. Maybe it had been my comment, but I was sure he was looking at my amazingly straight teeth.

I quickly found myself on his chest inserting my fingers into the duct corner of his eyes, "Don't under estimate." I said with a slight chuckle as his screams quickly filled the area. My eyes widened as I realized what the dirt on my fingers was doing to his eye innards. As I stick them further, almost behind, his eyes; I imagined the incredible sting of bacteria touching the delicate tissues. His curtling screams turned rampid as I twisted my fingers for leverage.

"Please don't! Please don't!" He tried to wince as my fingers pryed at the back of his eyes- his eyelids wrapped around them as tears of blood rolled down his cheeks. I laughed again as I stuck my middle fingers into the holes I had created, inserting both my pointer and my middle created pressure making his eyes bubble like chihuahua's. His screams convinced me of otherwise, however.

"It was your fault for pulling that knife." I finished as I pulled my fingers from his bleeding sockets and stood to walk away. I watched him cringe. It wasn't necessarily gratifying, but I had might as well not waste the spoils.

After kicking him, I made my way home.

[03 Sep 2005|09:35pm]
This feeling could not be more mutual.

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I have oil spatter burns all over my face. I am very tender.

[01 Sep 2005|08:21am]
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I'm painting a mural in my room. I don't think I'm allowed. Aha. Webcams suck.

[23 Jul 2005|01:00am]
I was hesitant about buying a livestrong bracelet- but since my grandma's dying now from cancer- whatever. I bought one. It feels so gross, like- the material is sickening. It sticks to my skin and it's SICK.

I made a new layout for my livejournal. I hate it. I'll probably change alot about it before I'm finished. :)

[03 Jul 2005|01:44am]

[29 Jun 2005|01:56am]
I don't know what to think right now...
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that's the first page of the art zine I'm going to have at scene. GL HF and cope.

[24 Jun 2005|09:22pm]
[ mood | tired ]

Today was nick's birthday. He's 17. So I cooked for him, and let him have a shower. Ha.

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hahaa. I made stupid faces all day. I hate friend webcam shots. Like- two people together? It's lame.

I love himm. We are perfect.

[22 Jun 2005|04:36pm]
Exams stink!!!!

[21 Jun 2005|12:13am]
[ mood | thoughtful ]

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ahahha. I only draw on msn. I'm so lame. I'm going to go study.

[11 Jun 2005|11:45pm]
[ mood | apathetic ]

I just found out that my grandma has had lung cancer for awhile, and now it's in her brain and she's probably going to die.

I'm not crying or anything, I'm just sad because now I'm anticipating her death. I don't want to be left alone with her anymore.

She's acting really wonky too-

Sarah: "How are you gramma?"
Grandma: "How are youuu? How am I? How.. Arrreee.. you me? How are?"

I don't like it at all. I also need some V05 Ultra. :( My hair is so dry.
I'm also in the process of making a skirt and starting another shirt for nick.

I promise to elaborate about my day later on tonight.

I think I might roleplay again.

... I just have nothing else to do.

[10 Jun 2005|11:49pm]
[ mood | tired ]

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