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Phillip J. Rhoades

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8:47) Phillip J. Rhoades 09-JAN-98 10:42

Wait, so much time waiting that I've forgatten the steps. The musice cascades across time's dome and I have lost the rhythm. The dance is nearly over, I'll to wait until the next.

listen — Phillip J. Rhoades, in the voice cast for this edition

8:56) Phillip J. Rhoades 13-JAN-98 9:31

Sex is such an odd thing, sort of like saying "can I put this part of me into that part of you, and then we'll be happy, right?" I don't know maybe I'll have sex someday, but for now I prefer cuddling, kisses, reading by each other. I enjoy long talks, short strolls, and the occassional mindless moment. Sex can wait, right now I want to make love.

listen — Phillip J. Rhoades, in the voice cast for this edition

8:77) Phillip J. Rhoades 20-JAN-98 17:44

Every tear I've shed has watered my dreams, and they've soaked it up and grown. Soon they will flower and bear the fruit of reality. They have drank of my pains and fed on my struggles, and now they will give me a good harvest.

listen — Phillip J. Rhoades, in the voice cast for this edition

8:107) Phillip J. Rhoades 02-FEB-98 8:10

The sun went for a walk? That would explain why it's so dark. Oh well I suspect she'll come back soon enough. So I'll wait a bit and play my little drum.

listen — Phillip J. Rhoades, in the voice cast for this edition

8:114) Phillip J. Rhoades 03-FEB-98 8:05

I watch I care And look for something to do But I can't do anything Because the best thing The only thing to do Is nothing at all At least for now

listen — Phillip J. Rhoades, in the voice cast for this edition

8:125) Phillip J. Rhoades 05-FEB-98 8:14

The clock it bothers me the impatiant prodding beast tick-tock-tick-toc-tock Pushing me to move Forcing me though life I'd like to smash its cogs But its ticking is my heart

listen — Phillip J. Rhoades, in the voice cast for this edition

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