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Zero Signal Jul 1st, 2003 02:04 AM

HAPPY CANADA DAY
 










...and I am not even Canadian. ;)

Helm Jul 1st, 2003 02:09 AM


DecapitatedHate Jul 1st, 2003 02:14 AM


Helm Jul 1st, 2003 02:30 AM


Zomboid Jul 1st, 2003 02:55 AM

I was sleeping when they did the whole fireworks thing. I woke up when my family got back >:

Fucking canada day >:

Esuohlim Jul 1st, 2003 02:58 AM


executioneer Jul 1st, 2003 04:47 AM



>:

-willie

Mockery Jul 1st, 2003 09:24 AM



sadie Jul 1st, 2003 09:29 AM




AChimp Jul 1st, 2003 10:11 AM



:rock

kellychaos Jul 1st, 2003 10:20 AM

I'm so CanAmerican, I will be able to see Canadian fireworks from my house tonight. :pouringlabattsformyhomieseh

AChimp Jul 1st, 2003 10:23 AM



>:

soundtest Jul 1st, 2003 10:42 AM


AChimp Jul 1st, 2003 10:44 AM

THE HILL CAM


Daphne Jul 1st, 2003 11:47 AM

I'm working Canada day, there's 4 people here including me :(

noob3 Jul 1st, 2003 12:07 PM

Wow, Canada sure is empty!

Esuohlim Jul 1st, 2003 01:06 PM



:(

Professor Cool Jul 1st, 2003 01:36 PM


Crimson Ghost Jul 1st, 2003 01:44 PM


Sethomas Jul 1st, 2003 02:50 PM


Bryan Adams :puke

AChimp Jul 1st, 2003 03:26 PM

Everything he'll do, he'll do it for you. :tear

kellychaos Jul 2nd, 2003 09:54 AM

He spent his weekends down at the drive-in. That's where he met you. :)

Zero Signal Jul 2nd, 2003 10:34 AM

He played until his fingers bled, too. :(

FartinMowler Jul 2nd, 2003 06:09 PM

I almost had a tear going.. My favorite Rush album a picture of John Candy and The kids in the hall. Fuckin Aye!!!!

kellychaos Jul 3rd, 2003 09:59 AM

My uncle preserved for me an old machine for fifty odd years. To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

FartinMowler Jul 3rd, 2003 04:21 PM

Red Barchetta and YYZ rock..

My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about.
He says it used to be a farm,
Before the Motor Law.
And on Sundays I elude the Eyes,
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire,
Where my white-haired uncle waits.

Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the Borderline.
Run like the wind,
As excitement shivers up and down my spine.
Down in his barn,
My uncle preserved for me an old machine,
For fifty-odd years.
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream.

I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car.
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better, vanished time.
I fire up the willing engine,
Responding with a roar.
Tires spitting gravel,
I commit my weekly crime...

Wind in my hair-
Shifting and drifting-
Mechanical music-
Adrenalin surge...

Well-weathered leather,
Hot metal and oil,
The scented country air.
Sunlight on chrome,
The blur of the landscape,
Every nerve aware.

Suddenly ahead of me,
Across the mountainside,
A gleaming alloy air-car
Shoots towards me, two lanes wide.
I spin around with shrieking tires,
To run the deadly race,
Go screaming through the valley
As another joins the chase.

Drive like the wind,
Straining the limits of machine and man.
Laughing out loud
With fear and hope, I've got a desperate plan.
At the one-lane bridge
I leave the giants stranded at the riverside.
Race back to the farm
To dream with my uncle at the fireside.


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