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I've led a full and bizarre and awkward and boring and action-packed and mundane life. But now I've chosen to change. My time is not running out.

Wednesday, November 07, 2001

My Poem by Brad Kemp

Weenie Man song must have a tune
ACL tears in the midst of oppression
A widow weeps and stares at the moon
Liken Stanford Prison for a writing lesson
Computations plentiful weakened by all
Champions and rockstars don't fuss
Slippery putty to my hands does call
I think tomorrow I'll just take the bus
|| Bradford J Kempington III, 3:17 AM || link || |

Saturday, November 03, 2001

Ultimate frisbee is a game for men. Sometimes, the game hurts the man. Yup, I more than likely tore my ACL at practice today. It popped loud, and I rolled on the ground. Currently, it's puffy and I can't walk.
|| Bradford J Kempington III, 11:52 PM || link || |