Thats Mrs., not Miss...
applying to a job in sacramento of which i am certain to get but, in taking of, would cause me to move 400 miles away from all my anarchist comrades.
me
lemon chicken
passenger trains
remembering why i am filling out this form.
I'm a gifted chronic underachiever
silk
Making music
My marbles.
my memery
me & her - but mostly me
My Freinds
when things were as easy as saying, "i desire you" and then "lets go out"
electricity
being the only dead guy alive
Freedom, which in my opinion includes independence as well
Vintage wines that tasted good for less than twenty dollars.
Pinecones.
sex
Cabbana boy wild cherry rum
Materialistic Capitalist wealth. I love it, yet I loathe it. Our relationship is strange. We would be better off without it but it, like a previous answer, makes me feel tingly.
everything wrapped in cellophane, and utilities...especially utilities. i am so hooked on their hot running water it's a crime.
life without the internet, non pharmacudical reliant joy
fresh octopus.
Play-doh
my face
The true music of life.
playing tennis
I miss bisexuality being cool and new.
Men wearing make-up
The urinal
sex
I'm an art historian. You do the math.
good and plentiful acid
past lives
the lack of shoes
Phsychotropic inebriants & reflective dichotomies
billie jo
My sanity.
making an enourmous amount of copies for my mom in the library
hope
Something preparing to die.
my future
the uncopulated penis
gary call betti
Tiny, quiet movie houses.
gary call betti
Poetic dialogue on the six o'clock news
Rain.
Skipping through the daisies and puddle jumping with only the Prime Mover (Plato's paradigm of God) watching my follies.
boyfriend
Innocence, sanity
Innocence, sanity
the smiths
i love babies
raw nature
Pantaloons
the naiivete to believe that i could fly.
the naiivete to believe that i could fly.
Talented Artists
Shared ideas & inspiration that might occur through via internet or media.
My brother's brother.
half day closing
Me
Myself. I'm just that awesome.
Myself...and the bloody metal roses
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my bank account having money in it
my shoes
jerry
money, mom
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The point.
freedom to smoke ciggerettes in coffee shops-young people becoming numb and unfeeling so filled up with their drugs and the cult of consumerism
hardcore
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shopping and the internet
my cat turd cigar
i used to know what my carreer choice was, i've lost thast and several shoes
sunday morning
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corporate entertainment
Lard
The forest of comfortable silence.
college
Osiris the White
My shoe.
People owning items for a long time
Warm jackets for frogs
Sex
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the ability to walk don the street with out fear
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Star trek but it was a failing enterprise anyway.
lick the knife
my tutu
no.i don't trust any of you.you just want to take my thing.
weRhere&itis2bad4U
Balloon pants.
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gil
Innocence. Being fifteen and being out in the summer night with a large bottle of cider..no sorrows to drown or reality to escape. That was all there was.
Japan
nostalgia. in the sense that i will never make my nostalgic realities external realities, therefore rendering them nostalgic-less, for there would then be perpetual nostalgia. how nostalgic.
The time i've lost.
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endorphins
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THE RAIN IN SPAIN
AND THE PLAIN IN SPAIN
my friends in pensacola
i'd pretty much drink all the time either way. i quit my job and liquidated all my investments when a man on the street told me the end was near. all that happened was i walked into a wall a little furthur on. oh, wait, i wasn't supposed to talk about my gloomy prognosises. i guess i miss being perfect all the time and never making mistakes like this.
poyc23
those technical pencils with the lids that click to let you have more graphite to write with.
freedom
Unrequited loves.
I miss the innocence
OPIUM DENS
OPIUM
OPIUM
OPIUM
OPIUM
The internet and easy transit
paper shreaders
Nino Toro
You.
You.
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things i can't afford anyway
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the enthusiasm of ten minutes ago.See,I'm manic depressive,rapid cycler.
Gij Gothlow
Her.
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my delusions
the smell before it all turned to shit.
Death
Conan the Librarian
I missed being born - after all - no one gives you any warning and most people don't have detailed recollections of what happened, and it's one of the few life events you don't go through holding a camera.
Monsieur Moonbucket
Upsidedown music.
The existance of human rationality.
Tang powder.
Things made with real cheese actually being made with real cheese.
lily jean
IQ points and .49 cent hamburgers
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My such in cause
(johnoptional)
commen sense
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i missed it!!!
Something to rage against.
And semen.
Gaynor Evelyn Sweeney
My lipstick.
space
My True Self
my 1st born
Clicky pens.
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mew
the salvation army being NOT trendy
nocturnal emissions, intense sadness, and pearl jam. how emo.
Cheap Booze::::::::::::::::
leonora carrington
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My pants.
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The jackets they put one disposable coffee cups.Standing in line at the
Supermarket's "10 days or less" Isle.
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big freakin blunts and asses galore
ego squid
radical ontological freedom
The beginning of this survey!
The ability to talk with 'normal' people
a plauge upon both of your houses.
The slow creepy feeling as my sanity slips away. I want it back.
I miss knowing my neighbour but that is my fault and can be swiftly cured with an invitation for a cup of tea or a pint at our local pub.
trembling monkeys at dawn
Talking to trees and their sincerity.
Miopic(I have oil wells)
My feet.
my freedom
arrogantly me
I usually dont,in fact,miss,but if I am pressed I would have to say that I miss the morning dew on the grass,first thing in the morning......
I miss the rabbit hole I was in before all this started
normal human being
My Dead God
Dandelions
d. karezza
The wine of Charybdis.
Bob hope
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My sanity.
Melmac plates
sex
a truthful government
Drive through fries
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whispers of angels
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Orlene Baird.
fREDdy mAC
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Innocence
meaghan
max
penny sweets.
You can't win. So work with them.
Just not to hard.
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cora
my pet
freestone
jandek
Beleiving that I have power.
I stopped drinking.
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Beer
Youth
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wood pulp
Alpherat
The earmuffs I lost on American Airlines six years ago.
mmmm
Fotschnod
pornography
standing in front of a bookshop looking at a collection of paintings by Van Gogh
the family poo
invisibility
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Sex
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free speach
WHO?
arachnids
dick.
rioting
james
her body glowing in the dark
air
Nothing
Actually, I don't miss any of the people, places, or things I've given up...they weren't worth all the trouble in the first place.
childhood
william woon
my bed
Hot tubs
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my mind... forming thoughts that i believed to have meaning and significance.
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FREEDOM OF SPEECH
alcohol
The days when I could extend my hands to the sky and actually reach something magical.
wild nites & muted soundscapes
reptilian ego blowing, &
the disrespect towards lard
INNER YOUTH OF AN ABNORMALLY SHAPED
PALMAGRANITE
pigs
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taking baths
every episode of american idol/ survivor/the bachelor/...
my mum tit
not being able to watch magic roundabout at 2 o clock in the morning
The places where brain matter and scrotum tissue used to fill the holes in my body.
innocence
My puppy dog.
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Electricity.
You.
SEX with Roy Boy
Living for Saturday morning cartoons.
abortion clinics
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BEING NEEDED TO HELP PEOPLE
david
lying naked in kirsten's back
yard on a hot day
Q2
orange juice
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bx
kinbote
nabakov
nothing
being able to walk
going outside without wearing a gas mask
my bed
my truest self, selfless unbridled sulfuric state of undisguised soul
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Clear thinking
mass produced cigarette filters
Lying naked in my backyard on a hot day.
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golden nuggets
warm bread and sex
wind
jazz
sand dunes
quick, illegal touch
sparks
Everything that never happened to me.
Cardboard charity horses balling in the thoroughfares as little baby sheep drown in my ranch dressing soup. Asphyxiating. Cancerous tumors eating away at the body of all who dare live. The committee for mass wampum collection. Indigo river back up in old school fire house. Cults. Ooo Ja Maga Maga OooGah Agah Haha Ida Mana Halata Turnip Zoo. I am not daft and realize that that is more than one thing that I will miss but fuck you because I care not for your silly rules. A, HA, HA. A, HA, HA.
Being harrassed.
my boots
Hitlers's sunny optmism
the option of leaving a better cite here.
fan
breathing
lack of fear of the fear of ghosts
carrie
A place to live
null
flavor
cockroaches
myself
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work
Myself
chris
block parties
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Sex.
The Clinton Era
Djuna
running water
Mercy.
me.
connection
Tobacco
froot loops
child-like wonderment and youthful naievity
my youth
my mind has been sucked into a black hole.
damn i miss that black hole
roadside stands
the unimportantce of wristwatches
Falling out of trees as a child...
The ice cream man... *sniffle*
I miss my poptarts.
nothing
anal sex
Cheese
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my sense of hearing--i can understand what people are saying and hear music by my sense of smell.
derek
everythin
me
What's in a Name ....a name's not always of our choosing
hope.... the bird she flies into space and away she rests on the moon whos arm are softer for the trembling
The mass production of underarm deodorants.
Haagen-Dazs ice cream.
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Drink and friends
The sex
ARP (2)
Unbridled folly.
my friend
my past lives
sanity
A R P
Unbridled folly
I already miss the pauses. When fax machines were still a novelty that only law firms had, and Fed Ex had yet to develop overnight delivery, and cell phones were still bulky and immpractical, there were these accidental "pauses" in communication that allowed one to stop for just a moment. As we tumble forward, faster and faster, these "breaks" in the system are already disapearing, and fuck, do I miss them.
television
my childhood
stu... ilove u
anger, corruption, and suffering because we cannot live without it
my library
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the unhealthy fast food provided by multi-national corporations
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corn dogs on a stick
everything
The turtle-like fucking toasters making their home on my counter. Rabbits might be quick with the old in-and-out, but turtles (er, toasters) certainly win in stamina.
sanity
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I am drunk right now. At work. Where I am hiding behind some boxes.
freedom, but i guess we never really had that, so....i miss childhood curiousity and not knowing anything about anything
The gaining of knowledge
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im really undecided on what i want to do
My Childs Innocence
kissing
frazzles
Certain people who are no-longer
with us.
Dental floss
computers! sweet precious computers!!!
whats to miss?
Freeedom to be frivelous
the past...
When there were only three channels of television and everyone watched only one at a time, all the way through each program.
Reading a good book whilst smoking, drinking coffee and pooping at the same time.
my daughter flipping the pillow to fall
asleep...i WAS winning!!!
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everyone's willingness to conquer the unknown
the smell of sweet roses and to pee standing
my comrades, my struggle
Sleeping in on a saturday.
anne o'neame
my dog
my flumposgus, my collection of baby
octopus
bullets
my sanity
i just swallowed a marble.
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my personality
my dog
her relentless firm grasp on my thoughts
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high speed internet
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Grandma
Legos
Ian
The complacency of Ignorance.
P.A Mama's firm grasp on my thoughts..
my body secretions, I'm a dirty bird. remember?
my followers
the abattoir of the tiger's artery
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Running water.
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my kitten
Cinderella the dog.
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Free Speech
Running water.
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childhood
gone
de erb
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nothing
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drink drank drunk
The wide varieties of cheese readily available. The crushed tree souls I ejaculate my thoughts upon.
raVen_image
superstition
Easily accessible Vaginae.
that morning glass of berry juice containing the toes of the girls who crushed it
empathy and personal affection
Sleep
crysta, always crysta
princess
cock. it's been so long already that the statute of limitations has run out on my sexual experience. i don't want the world to end without getting a decent piece of ass.
Paulo de conleyo
my mummy
9.10.01 appx. 10 pm
Hiccups ^Ö the giveaway for the
nonevent
allinall
a
tiring
experience
trite the body trite the functions
which mean everything associated
from the shit to gold
the alembic journey
the rarification of the worm
he bleeds in tiny wombs
that lick like felt-tipped tongues
incongruous in the mist
the ravens
the moonbeam
the unicorn
the gold toad a-glitter in the
glare of the glam globe
it is a slowly melting earth
under a brown chemical haze
oily the humid sky deposits
cancer dust storms
scorpions the size of leopards
the horizon is a wall of flame
small phalli stand silhouette
eiffel-like girders
crossed and barking
sliblets of mournful oil
clumped and lippling
sliding in upon itself
a woomp suck the earth clean
the atmosphere has vanished
a spit-take
a fast bobble
the egg cracks
and out pops a turtle
the egg is the world
and the turtle is dead
my freedom to not think
erica
vodka and lime, on the rocks
I AGREE WITH DEAFBOY
i need a beer
Love.
the moon
the sound of leaving
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this survey
my bed
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I'm a musician.
My music
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i miss the one-stroke generator that Bishop and I would drink next to. it had a neat sound to it.
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the bookstore girls, festivale '99, the fog girl, etc.
Things we never have had....equality in every aspect between sexes, equality of class no matter what race or social status.
luxury bogroll
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my life
I miss now and I have always missed the easy give and take I once knew in the bosom of my family long ago.
rhiannon
drinking fountains that shoot real high
Mandi
Last call for Alcohol!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
cookies
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Complacency in others.
Menthol-infused lubricants.
izzy
the voice in my head named maurice
mass transit
strawberry tarts
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the good old daze
Sanity
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love
sex to blur's tender with jangle's
darkling corpse.
Steve
(mandy
honesty and love
original thoughts
Unabated, but completely ignored and denied decadence.
extinct/forgot items or ideas
Neq The Sword
New identities
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Free roaming sexual foam dispensers
Whims and dreams.
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NED and POOKIE!!! *sobs* NED IS GOD!!!
I miss naievity....
The moonlight glinting off the main reactor.
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ummmm...uhh...i'm sure there's something...um...I'll have to get back to you on that one
Malibu beach house
your pretty smile
you.
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sex
Katie Joy
a refrigerator
It is collapsing, isn't it? My belief in weather forecasters... (do you get it)
faith in definitions ( - or maybe I wan't)
irresponsibility (heard it before?)
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irresponsibility
my balls
Little Nemo
Finger paint
ignorance
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wearing diapers!
my innocence
toilet paper.
Firecracker night. The joy of third degree burns and missing members.
Spidge
crossing the road when u don't have to wait for the little dude
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I don't think you understand the true meaning of eschatology. Having trouble answering these questions.
beer
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1999
Wearing blackberries like warpaint and unbridal enthusiasm that believes napalm and the holy grail can be made of dead leaves and field corn.
I miss the fact that you can tell when someone's career is over, once they step foot in that horrible Hollywood Squares show. It's nice, because they usually go away after that.
i dunno
A world without total emphasis on
vaginal aesthetics. And free of
desiner cosmetic vaginoplasty
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fast food
Division between me and other people in lived experiences.
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sg
my existence
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vast tits of shit
AeroMexico
mi novia ese
Recess
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pour me another
the future
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Soul
amber waves of grain
Sarah Moberg
The path that I had assumed my life to be heading in has came to an end
friends
Drinking too much
Erin Santarc
My boyfriend :-( and cigarettes
beer
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casual sex
AEIOU
The luxuriant feel of my plushy toilet seat. That is gonna be a hard pill to swallow.
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makers mark
The sweet girl down the road. You know the one who lost her head.
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organized crime
Good stimulating intellectual discussion.
Joshy, my honeydew, my love.
Politics as opposed to 'politics'
Snow White and Blood Red
The roars of impotent combustion engines jockeying for position on the highway as humanity slips past by one another, glancing, touching, slipping away, and then forgetting.
Hardcore Sheep-porn
Staring at the joints of my toe
Beer
position as sole wielder of arcane knowledge
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makers mark
not having seen my dog......
The right half of my brain.
sex
dancing, drinking, fucking, eating, my dark companion
Who says that things are going to change? What's to miss.
being a kid....metropolis!!!!
I MISS GHOSTS! Even though I sense them around and stuff also delusions watching, too, I just... MISS GHOSTS!!! Even though one named Trevor took my powers that night and who knows if he's still out to get me. *feeling of being (can't explain... conspired against?)
innocence
emz...
my safe, dangerous, warm, cold, beautiful, ugly, life, death...
my companinions, the things I have and haven't seen...I love this life, there's only one, better live it now.
peppermint ice cream
Saturday morning.
GIRLS
my original intentions
My undying belief that someone will produce carbonated milk
Les Mouches
my mind
i miss my mind the most, those darn AIC men!! They're really just advanced apes who shaved off all their hair. They sit back on the uncharted south-pacific island waiting for the time to stike.
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ME! ME! ME!
free pooper scoops in public parks.
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a life
Phil Beitler
I miss Rachel. I miss her alot.
Poor, little Gary Coleman, but I think that's because he's dead.
Culture.
optional operator
my blissful ignorance
The smell of musty basements and
musty basements cleared of chalk
outlines and yellow tape barriers.
Who would have guessed how pungent the
odors? Who would have guessed the
midnight raid meant to bring the light
of discovery? Not I. Too bad. All
would have been avoided had she not
whispered in my ear, "Baby, I love you
soooo much. Would you come on the
Jerry Springer show with me? Pretty
pleasssssseeee?" Enough.
CS assignments
Getting an erection with someone other than myself.
good theater
freedom
Jesus and the riots he has caused
Culture.
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My Privacy
deafboy
objective reality. thanks to relativism, we can no longer communicate meanfully with each other. now all that's left is shallow pop culture which concerns itself only with the animal instincts within us all. sex, violence, and "looking out for number one."
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Yesterday
Walter C.
Jimi Hendrix
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Beer and milk punch.
nature
The warm burning feeling of the energy inside my body
...i miss the revelations that come to me on my way home
I miss my computer, i miss what i have always missed by being parinoid..
Underground Bomb Shelter (with capabilities to sustain life for an extended period of time.)
my memory
dork
pussy
Joshua the Nordic degenerate
my child hood
a sincere and real touch and holding of a body next to me.
Stephanotis
having things put up my ass
potatoes
my tube sock
Death
Freedom
my indiffence to superfical distractions
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The rest of my mind.
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I miss the child that I have become.
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sex
An enjoyable marijuana buzz.
I say the stupid, but they are still
here.
my pants
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my pillow
why? Am I DEAD?
Hmmmmm........Just gotta be a Cheezball:
you know like when you have your hand Just
barely above another person's being/body
and they or You can feel it even though
there's no contact? Or you know where
the Almost contact is, even though you're
not looking but you can FEEL it's there?
That bonding & intimacy with Others in this
horrible, cold, dark and lonely place, makes
it all go away for a few short minutes.
Cheesy and pitiful and sad, I know.
Tampons.
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I miss being naive and happy when I was younger, when I didn't know or care about anything but myself.
The bus.
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chocolate mousse, french fries and tv
cyber porn
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Good exposition
Who drinks? I'd rather pee canabanols into my employer's mouth.
my old drugs
my old friends
etc
proper Transformers toys, not this 'Beast Wars' pants.
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Hitler
A lady in waiting, a fence for sitting, leaves for dying, a misplaced candle, a tender minstrel, an understanding daughter
Myself
my memory
Atilla
Intelligent conversation.
My freedom
being in Arizona, in the hot hot very hot desert having sex that's way hotter.
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Youthful indescretions and hair.
Seeing the Pacific ocean,Hiking in the great Northwest,my Guard military career,and
living in Eugene,Ore.!! :>)
Seeing the Pacific ocean,Hiking in the great Northwest,my Guard military career,and
living in Eugene,Ore.!! :>)
The sight of the Pacific Ocean,hiking in the great NorthWest,my military career. Living in Eugene,Oregon. :>(
innocence
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Mom's apple pie and Dad's cologne
my cool hair-style
I can't remember
I miss having my privacy because I'm
always being watched!!
Not knowing how to read.
People who speak their minds
satan
Remy
the rest of the world
?
my family
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Sexual intercourse
Not caring
Sanna
Degrassi High
The time before I filled out this survey
my pet monkey
...
the rabbit
My selfexchange of the particals of
my mind reproducing.
Targets
his preaty eyes
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The toilet!
Roz Chast's cartoons.
I miss the leaf piles that I used to jump into.
fresh air
Primary School.
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some great cover ups
Legion
We miss the challenge of controlling the mass populous.
People were more challenging when they feared God, thereby making them more amusing to break.
frolicking with language
Sanity
Alison Bever
Fair fights and fresh air
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toilet paper
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Myself.
my mind
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chocolate covered sex
I dont miss a thing only because one must posess and be aware of the posession prior to missing it.
freedom
tanya
My booby-headed monster.
screaming
Sex, Drugs, Music, how can i choose 1?
DR. PROPHET FUTURA
BIRTH
My bath robe its bloody cold in here
Innosense
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faith
endless, nameless
my lovey one's monochromaticism. she's rippled with it, like heavy syrup, the kind they use in packing fruit cocktail
I haven't had sex for sooo long - help me someone, (think of Rocky Horror)
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the internet, gladiator...mmm, russell crowe
I missa nota bea ablea toa killa butta muncha mousas!!! Mousas sucka!!! DIE MOUSAS DIE!!!! YOUA NEVERA DEFEATA MEA!!!
Flowers
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optermizm
good TV
Tragedy Anne
that feeling
The ability to scream until I lose teeth
The feeling that everything is going to work out in the end
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The third-and-a-half dimension
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Peace of mind.
Money
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chuck Norris
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kiss me kissme kisssme
My mind. Sanity. Some of the voices.
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woodstock
The entertaining responces of those who think the world is running quite well.
what happened a moment ago when i blinked
lou-lou
CHOCOLATE
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I miss the summer.
liam
being expected to be a wasteful, gluttonous american
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that I wasn't the one to pull the plug on humanity
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Fresh water, rushing to meet me each new dawn
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good beer
Paul
My ex wife. I miss her all the time - but if I practice, my aim will improve.
Highways
Hope
A REAL CIVILIZATION
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my toenail clippings
My mind.
solar energy
Steve Billingsworth
Sobriety
vulnerability
Gecko
I never miss.
Sitting around keeping my thumb warm.
The homey feeling of bad company.
Ice cream
FREEDOM
Sex, human contact, days and days of
guiltless binge drinking. My magic
invisibility shield and my innocent belief in magic.
I really liked the little umbrella's that came in the drinks....
M
The zoo.
Watching Charlton Hesten in those planet of the apes movies
Meg
love
Love
Death.
mystery
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liquor
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well, damnit i miss styrofoam msdonalds containers.. now it's all soda bottles and cigarette buts to pick up off the side of thhe road.. i want some damn variety here people.
i miss america. damn damn damn i should have put a verb in that last sentence> i AM miss america
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My bookcase
I miss multiple choice tests in history classes. Ahh, the memories of when history was merely a linear jumble of dates and places.
my brain
Wabidoux(optional)
Unadulterated Pink and white squigilation of post-pubescent neophyte nymphets!
SEX
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good martini
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ignorance - the only thing you hate while you have and miss while it is gone
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I miss my blankie.
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web forms
The TV show Knight Rider
funny bones
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pen and paper
free giveaways and prizes
sound
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The smell of vomit
the presence of live human beings.
My first girlfriend.
Blah blah blah, so forth and sew on, dot dot dot.
Special K overdoses
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Cheese
Hope
clean water to swim in.
My nose
I miss My Little Ponies and Jem cartoons.
nothing
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I drink. I don't invest. And my career is designed around allowing me to work on my novel. Which is an exercise in self indulgence.
hope
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My Chick Corea records...Screw the revolution. I want my Chick Corea records back.
That sweeping emotion of interconnected
random "accidents" that drive home the
realization of my insignificant whisper
in the hurricane of time. Warning -
I think I stole that line from Rocky &
Bullwinkle.
the a team
places people haven't already crapped all over
My mind, my nightcaps, and my car keys.
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Good art and music
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my memory
My past.
the mafia
libraries
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the talking heads
Grunt
Occasionally, my mouth with the glass.
Bishop
my mind of couse
cheap booze
my breasts. even tough they get in the way sometimes. and they're kinda heavy. and they're all that guys ever look at. oh nevermind. i hate my breasts. maybe i'll get a reduction.
Not really, i already let go
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vending machines
Hot Dogs. There's nothing like chomping on a casing stuffed with swine flesh. Except maybe chomping on fresh swine flesh.
I miss being able to sleep at night.
I don't miss anything...nothing in life has enough worth to be remembered...
forgive me- love
being able to feel my face
sausage. and lucky strikes.
Gaslights.
Tom
Those crazy third world dictators.
lots of beer, audiences, and my dreary
past.
Lack of Bring in the Noise Bring in the Funk performaces near us.
a structured mind.
my right to mock church goers
jello
laughing gas at the dentists
An emotional equal on this craparse planet.
Civilization as it may or may not have ever been, and as I feel as though I remember it.
my memory.
My Green Day t-shirt...
the ability to walk with out screaming like a dying arab
the smell of rain and back massages
...and oh yes...my music
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Jewish settlements in national parks.
Childhood before there were people.
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Love
jamison sechser
the cia agents girlfriend i seduced
tom
conversation that doesn't asume that I watch TV shows
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ANXAIETY
justbob
taco bell
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my mommy
(the plastic clown
heroin
breaking stuff without going to therapy or jail
nicole
Drinking non stop, 24/7 because if I get messed up they will play games with my head.
My art, I love my FUCKING art.
hairs
I want my Monkeyman
The wild hash orgies of the Simnani sect
of the Iranian Sufi's.
our memory
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life
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steak
sex
milwaukee
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going out in public more
My space alien pal.
my mouth while trying to drink
CO
my network *sniff sniff* i used to love playing double agent on a bbs...
Peace, cheese, moose, Heavy Metal and Beatles.
crack-cocaine.
candy apples
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Internet
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Pal Joey
Probably this form.
Spandex
cowboys
good american brewskis
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The feel of fresh grass on my bare bottom
longdistance instantaneous communications capabilities.
my old home in the himalyas
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drinking
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i miss my friends i will not talk to them because they take things from me ...
they all converse with our common enemy.
not seeing security cameras mounted on streetlights
at street corners
The Tom Waits song with the lyric
"how do your pistol and your bible and
your sleeping pills go?
are you still jumping out of windows in
expensive clothes?"
Iced Americanos with a touch of milk.
Strip joints, Old Crow bourbon, and people with six fingers on each hand.
The trees.
last night's psychodelic illusions
Being a little kid .
does sanity count?
mr phrytzel-phrytzel eater of souls no longer wags his tail... he now hangs it in shame..
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I miss being able to miss things (they were thinking ahead)
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the liberals own the jobs in my field
security
Allen's Kool Chocs
bananna splits
Rachel.
my childhood. im positive that GE caused me to grow older. i bet they never had puberty in the dark ages.
I miss being able to dispose of my own waste at my own will.
drinking and eating foods with seemingly unnatural colors, such as electric blue
my marbles
Alexis
everything that I owned in my past life!
Myself!
My Salvador Dali coloring book and Ultraman
my soul
injun drawers
My little jammies I used to wear when I was 36 years old. Now I'm 87 and my wife says I don't need to wear jammies anymore. I think she just wants to make it easier for us to have sex.
octagonal structures constructed of dryer lint
I miss this one girl Devon
good sex, so you feel like you were two.
tinned bacon
Even though I've never done it... sex.
Being a child... when I was 5 years old, it was so easy to get out of any form of work, I could call people names and feel that it was a plausible insult, eat a lot of candy, and play video games. Of course, I can do all of that now, but it would make me feel somehow guilty.
I'd miss halucinogenics, I'd miss sex and good head. and all three and I'd miss all the things I've never done.
My mind.
Meaning.
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I remember nothing
masturbation as a right.
large green castles
my car
Police brutality
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Media's none-to-subtle attempt to control my mind.
Jello containment of squalid
malfesience. Just like mother used to
make (sniff!)
pointing at and then proceding to
laugh at people at the mall
my headache.
living
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My customers at the bar
The redhead who walks by every
morning at 7:18
Fun.
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Having sex at the office
Pablo
My wife.
(Though never married)
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my mind
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sex
last night
The 1700's
Toaster tongs.
I miss the art section of this survey.
The rust that come from the chrome rains that mean that the eyes have been crying into the azure sea of baja.
Myth
My beloved coffeemaker
him
I miss thinking...no, Knowing I could change the world and that I'd have an effect on people. While still playing music and having the slight possibility that I may make a few people smile while saying my name once in a while, I've for the most part come to the realization that it likely won't happen and even if it does I'll still probably be unhappy
my pno
my early childhood. somehow i managed to
completely forget all of the 80's...
i miss those little cheese things that
come in the little foil wrappers. you
can't find them anywhere.
this form that i am dutifully filling - what wonderful means of expressing my deep-seated opinions on the state of all that is and all that it could be and all that is out there that no one knows anything about
Eman Rouy
I miss the dew of a winters morning that brings all the cat piss to the surface
hitchhiking without packing a gun.
R. Smith
Money
my formerly irrational paranoia [such a catastrophe making it well-grounded]
Dinty Moore Beef Stew
None
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kicking rocks in patagonia
my.... my.....my.....my.....what was the
question?
Nad Suckmore
Sex ! ! !
non dairy creamer
I have nothing
telling everyone how civilization is about to collapse
Television commercials: they're like little documentaries on pop culture.
being in the studio, sleeping in and not conforming to the daily life of 7-4 job
Missing things
That sunny day in London.
appreciation of that which came before us on the intellectual scale.
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non-exsistence of fantasy
wet naps
The warmth you feel in the presence of television.
Beer hats. You know, the hats with the
beer cans and the plastic drinking tube?
"Straw"? AHHHAHAHAHAHAAH!! I'm so
funny!
dt
james thurber cartoons
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the old twenty pound notes...
My testicles. They're so round.
(naomi wilson)
Phone sex.
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sex
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telephones, and m&m's.
Weebles. Sex. Sex with Weebles.
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sanity
Free refills
coralie
pissing people off, spying, etc.
pure freedom
strong buzzes
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For the Other, it already has. All forms of repression, leading to neurosis.
so far i cant think of anything...maybe my family but i ll be with them..maybe
mojos
Water
sex
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RUNNING
i DONT MISS YOU.
but my digital audio compact discette will stop. so come back.
02000001101100222020203030032
is my name so free feel to call. just ask for Hank.
i DONT MISS YOU.
methoLated spirit 7t
The 80's
chocolate chip cookies and how it sounds when, my ear pressed against a kitten belly, it purrs
Like that Zapruder footage yeah?
There's the back of my head,
I wonder if there's any beer in that can.
the first hour of the big bang, that
was magical.
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shaving my legs
Mescaline.
My brain cells and the thought I just almost had...
are you implying civilization has not yet collapsed?
The future.
plutolar
Amtrak
sobriety
kinder suprise airplanes
I miss the cheesy surveys floating around on the web that strangely resemble this one.......
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absolute choice,
money
the lack of money
not being able to curse
the screaching sound of diamanda galas as mallory (played by juliette lewis) exclaims "THAT'S THE WORST FUCKING HEAD I EVER GOT IN MY LIFE... NEXT TIME DON'T BE SO FUCKING EAGER!!!"
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sex with flightless birds
movies featuring nude heroin addicts
The Tolar of Turlington
remote mice
raloT divaD
partagas maduros
i miss my mom and my dog and my friend's
dog who died Thursday. i'm eight and go
to Arkansas Elementary in Aurora, Colo.
i also miss my friend Amy she moved away
when i was three.
david tolar
mack stevens and the
slapback rythymaires
I miss my most dearest possesion.I miss the flute
once played by the prophet called moizepon.
I am not David Tolar
the Go-Go's
smiling
going down on your mother which I enjoyed especially during the long car rides we had to take every time to Cairo to renew the subscription. This drag was allways quite recompenseted by the thrill of her running one red light after another in the violent throes of swooning orgasm I never failed to inflict upon her with the deft manovering of my lengthly tounge. Ah, those were the days... But now my dick won't function and the bitch is in an old age home, all because of this pain in the ass international problems, why don't you just shove em up your ass.
Good, solid, home-cooked meals.
A RAT INVADED WORLD
a soft drink called POMMAC
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raw eggs
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hot dogs
Certain types of poultry
THE BEER
My Mexicans are unable to commit to their duties as faithful minions.
My hat!
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How dare you.
The financial security necessary for a really bad attitude at work.
drugs
Linoleum
Plumbing. I'll miss plumbing. Especially all expressions of plumbing in the washroom. All of civilization's finest acheivements are in the washroom.
dancing naked with myunderwear on my head
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Losing a finger to a rabid dog
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sex
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LUST W/O FEAR
people
women
Sex and drinking
the knowledge lost
earwax. but i suppose it will find its
way back.... it always does.
sleep
shopping at the grocery store
Freedom to do what I want
booze and Faith No More
Buses. I miss busses.
gezzika
DRUGS
Old coke classic-- they changed it and no-
one bitched this time.
Me.
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sunscreen
Cheap drugs and poetry before it was beaten into a coma by "local art forums"
a cigarrette
prepositional phrases
walked
garbage fires
My sanity.
That purplish anomaly emanating from my
exospleen.
I miss the days of wild abandon
Paul
I already miss being able to bath my epiglotis in warm syrup.
my slinky
The innocence of Seasame street
glo-in-the-dark play-doh
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my time
Oh, the toys the material culture brings...
i y
S T
an
the last second
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SKINNY DIPPING
the last second
Waking up with a hangover so bad that I had to drink straightwhiskey and throw-up just to start drinking again.
the shuffling masses
Baywatch
stealing pik-a-nik baskets. . .
I miss my childhood and wish I could relive it.
AM Radio
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twinkies
My right hand.
The conviction that blameless innocence
benefits the apples and the blistering
asphalt. The smell of aerated bliss, much
like peaches
Uruboros
Free land for those who wish to farm.
muno's teeth
shitting
my youth
minnie pearl
small egg iriwi
teletubbies
drive-in movies
Ricky
The halcyon days of 4th grade,
and Paul, my dad's old Hyundai.
playing with the ignorant masses
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I forget her name
black-and-white everything
(other than trendy perfume ads)and
the once-fond hope of dying before
the age of 30 (they can keep us alive
for as long as it amuses them, you know!)
currently i am missing a fully funtional healthy
HUMAN brain, as well as 1 or 2% of my total hair mass
compared to when i was age 17.
bulls eyes
Purple crayons. There are so few these days. I think they left with the dolphins.
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Sleeping with enemies.
boredom
sex
you know, ive read all of these.
Theyre smashing.
I think im jolly good. I miss that.
the simpsons.... and 2.99 bottles of wine
Guiness. I'm stockpiling.
Kilju
Those lunchboxes that sing dirty bar songs
when it comes in contact with rotten
bannanas.
I will no longer dedicate my life to the research of the worthwhile now that I am Tiger Woods.
(agent orange optional)
killing that man down in berkely, he barely breathed opus before berkely breathed bill the cat and the county bacame outside.
smartasses
feeding christians to the lions....and umm, watermellon.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.
I miss the fingers. Yes, they sure were
nice...
Those things they used to have!
78 RPM Vinyl records.
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"Claim Jumper", my wife.
Summer of Dove
doug jett-case sensitive
productiveness
school
Freedom, friends
Myself.
M
Faith in the infallibility of authority.
Jell-o with pork rinds
Black-velvet paintings of celebrity pundenda.
tammie
I miss Monty Python reruns and my dead hampster
,Teddy.
Nothing
the way my mother smells the bottom of my balls.
old drinking Habits
GREAT SEX
I will miss examples of things I miss
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My paranoia - and civilization which collapsed long ago
I miss the days I used to play pong with
Bill Gates.
The bliss of being and innocent and ignorant baby
kath
sanity
My Life
I miss the choice to say No to the innermost
thoughts question.
This computer.
no comment
The Bipolar world order
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FREEDOM
Worshippers at my feet.
The point.
Skybird
Whether I should go ahead and divorce the
son-of-a-bitch!
I miss good movies with absolutely no greater moral, ending or purpose like The Breakfast Club.
To walk the streets without fear of anoter human.
my good luck at hopscotch
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music, rollercoasters, sex toys, movies , video games, the computer, tiolets, hot running water, smokes, soda, dennys coffee, ????
Pre mixed pigments
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oil based clay
being able to burp in public, scratch my ass, and lite up a smoke
the freedom to enslave others
mmmm... marbles
delroy thomas
the sweet masturbation of youth
i can't tell enemy spies are watching
drugs lots and lots of drugs......
my future
pop will eat itself
my ignorance.
there was a time when i thought-- "paranoia enforces lonliness" ?! what the *hell* does *that*
mean?! ..i wish i had left it that way.
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My ex-stalker
Standard Feature
The exuberance of youth and the long carefree days of childhood.
I have nothing to invest save my soul (Satan
are you listening). My career is apparently
one with a good future, but considering
the state of the world environmentally and
just plain mentally, and taking into
consideration the effect this has had on my
drinking habits, I think I miss last year
when I was twelve and still a virgin.
But then nobody ever said reality was
a viable alternative to fantasy.
Using my computer as a word processor.
cherry bombs, my childish innocence, and the USDAs assurance that gravy fries, bacon, and MSG are all part of a healthy diet.
The Mac Interface
Small children screaming in the grocery store and their mother smacking them to shut them.
My soul.
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my dear sanity. it was my best friend, but after the accident it's never been the same. :~(
Cherry pies, candy bars and chocolate chip cookies
A Vial of Microbes Fighting Amonst Themselves
Bomb Shelters
the calgon "Ancient Chinese Secret" comercials (it's really pathetic, I know.)
walks in a city park
Mindless orgies of mass destruction and sacrifice to unnamed gods in sacred groves.
Also, lime jell-o with pineapple.
Human contact.
being an innocent child, an old peasant..
books!
Communion
My ability to smile.
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my sister born dead before my birth
some thalidomide derivative ... bastards
drinking lemonade on the front porch on
a cool summer day.
love, (don't know if they have that where
we're going)
Sex.
(No, wait, I'm a virgin.)
Staples.
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My watch (inherited in 1864 from my
Grandfather Clock).
Charlie Melvin
sanity
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ignorance
the Now (yes, I did have it once)
i miss so many things... 25 cent phone calls... the old diet coke can that changes every week... i miss SEX!!!
Well made stuff and artisans who care. That's two. So, shoot me.
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my girl
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the color orange
a boy
A regular bowel movement.
the U.S.S.R.
maj joung
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actually the thought of total colapse makes me quite giddy.
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scientific experiments where dogs are the monitors of the human gineapigs and the mice are running rampant while quoting Shakespear.
I miss the smell of the sea as it enters my mind by way of the small cushions found on the chairs of princes when their virginity is doubted.
her
my cats...
College radio stations.
Sex... GOOD sex, that is...
shithead
the ability to enter and exit a public
building without first performing a ten year
search to ascertain its intentions toward me
and my hypothetical knowledge.
Hangovers
nathan strait
Sartrean existentialism and subcultural nihilism
william burroughs
The beautiful woods and waters of Florida. Water so clean and clear one would think air could not be so pure. Woods that were filled with life and great profusions of wildflowers yearround that only those who knew where to look would find them in the withering summer or cold (not like yours) of winter.
Freedom, which I never had....
Brigitte Bardo when she was 20
Monroe when 30
Joan Crawford when 40
Anna Magnani when 50
Simone Signoret when 20-30-40-50-60!
transformers. college.
I miss the joy of being
a pain in the ass to those
who ask questions .
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the train
Death
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weevils
Really good coffee.
(joan gosselin
peanut butter
fizzies
The moment I encountered this questionaire
lovely yet distant women
The existence of mass belief in ever more stupid things
when people lost religion the did not choose to believe in nothing
but in anything
sexual pleasures, living joyfully and depression
interesting people
hang on. i have no predictions or prognoses.
i miss my afghan hound.
Rotary telephones
My sanity
breakdancing
I miss ignorant bliss
Good service on airlines.
my girl, we're both grounded
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Sex. Wasting countless minutes filling out tedious surveys
the Fluidosckeptrick
women
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myself
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being able to bond.
Ignorance
Squirrel
Eating a fresh tasty nut.
Eschatology. After the end of the world, there will be no more eschatology
lawn chairs
Photos of handicapped Oriental children
performing sex acts with dolphins.
of the many things I lost
It's my mind I miss the most
Common-sense
My addiction.
Kaos
lalalalalalalazip!
faking sick in grade school to watch re-runs of the Dick Van Dyke show (mom, i don't feeeeel very good)
harassing the random annoying strangers.
The Survey Survey section of this Survey.
Bumblebee
The ability to wiggle my little toe.
i miss having communism as an enemy
heather reddy
you
mom and apple pie
Ellen
Andrew, son of my dad.
my unartoficial cheese.
My boyfriend
Trees
My 50 year old colection of stainless
steel teaspoons.
I haven't had them for 50 years.
In fact, I don't own a teaspoon.
buckwheat flour
transparent sounds
Cold fried chicken
prunes
Art's little jimmy and his five friends
cigarettes
Tuna fish.
I remember the rain. The seasons of memories that collect somewhere between the rain and the radio, when I'm driving home in the middle of the night crying. I remember the thunder. And God, do I miss the sound.
sex, drugs, and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese
My freedom and my depression
Bartholian exudate (still and yet...been
here done that!)
frivolous malevolence
steve
sex (never can have enough)
Ranier Maria Rilke.
Raheem al-Maqtul Bey
Captain Kangaroo, Mr. Pibb, Red Beans 'n
Rice, Ketamine, Sammy Davis Jr., and
dead things washed on a beach (they are
all one and the same thing, you know)
girls
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Orange sherbet and vanilla ice cream
Some-one to work with; on; or both.
The tip of my left index finger.
I miss being able to just walk up to the top of a tall monument and jump off without having to mess with those pesky guard rails getting in the way.
my legs
Nitrous Oxide
this
surealism and the time before answering machines
nothing...
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Clean clothing
going in the sun bare skinned
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Sleep & prozac fantisies
life.
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my soul, my mind, your soul,my pants
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masterbation
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soiled plastic nappies
I miss the feeling that hours were a long amount of time
My computer
(The)Dewar Walls
Cigarettes.
time
rational thought
optimism
that teacher back in the disco era who didn't wear underwear to class.
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what technology and the future promised...4 day work week and problem with extra time in the day.
I miss the sound of the boulders I
used to pelt my neighbor's house with.
low phone bills
My cat, fluffkins
I doubt he misses me
missing implies having had
and i want to miss what was not there
r something
i don't know
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Watching the creme swirling into my coffee
Sled dog poop flying out the discharge chute of the snowblower after a winter storm.
I have more things than I've ever had.
So I miss nothing.
Intelligence
Everything. I miss everything, such is the price one must pay to become nothing (nothing is just another word for everything, I miss me). <-- LIES
The easter bunny
sex
the big picture
MUFASA66
Run as you may, you can't escape your own bunghole
Burning ants with a magnifying lens
I could say intelligence,
but it's spread pretty thin to begin with
The Truth
Music
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my three legged dog
The Republican party's senseless catchphrases.
the voices
jim clancy
sleeping
living
The time spent writing this.
The God-given right to walk the streets of this town with my llama without all the pointing and cruel, groundless innuendos. . The shame.
Corned Beef
Bewitched reruns
The God-given right to walk down the steet with my llama and hold our heads high like other couples. Without all the snickering and pointing and. . .oh God. . .the Shame. . .
Why?
Death
My dead brother
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a girl i saw one night
my sanity.
DAIRY
Little paper umbrellas.
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My childhood (and my little red bike...)
a couple of friends
jeff
i miss the unbridaled use of predestination
Rhiannon
Wading in shallow rivers
Warm water, wind and sunny days on the lake (as a unified experience).
Grace
The freedom to lie unabashedly
Macdonalds Big Macs
dirty socks
Formica
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car security devices that don't come in neon colors.
Absinthe
Deft Touch
Insight
? I guess I missed the question.
Iproweled the streets of N.O/LA drunk for two weeks and never suffered one hangover(guite a bummer).
Not Galadriel.
Plumbing
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smart people
that happy reality that I started with
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Complete release
sleep
Flynne Bondolini
my equilibrium
Optimism.
Paul Lynd on Match game
walrus@juno.com
My mind. And my dog. That's two things, isn't it.
Eves pudding and custard
fun
Les Ismore
My toes
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Sex in the rain
A herd of crabby peons
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a truthful tongue
sasha
electricity
TazManiac
scotch
guinness
magenta. I miss magenta.
THe lost bar of pal-o-mine is gone gone gone
my little rock was swallowed up by an angry and mangy horse- he then turned
happy and I have since gotten very mad
tiny tiny tiny tiny tiny
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guiness
Poisoned Ooze Toad
The view of the Nine Mile One Cooling Tower from the hill atop my parents' dairy farm.
Instantaneous submission to impulse.
My kith and kin.
spam
The Danny Baker show on BBC Radio 1. It finished today.
i miss bartholian-gland-exudates slathered
all over the crown of my glans
Lawnmowers.
library card
I miss getting the daily mail.
Vats of Guinness.
Dreams of Capitalism.
Schoolhouse Rock.
HOPE
Melissa
My cat
i influence my self and no one can change that
Tennessee Ernie Ford's rendition of "Blackberry Boogie."
abdous' statues of bigboy
kmart blue light specials
gum
my virginity
The unclutteredness of only one person inside my brain.
Green Crayola Crayons
nor-aliCe
Ayrton Senna
Certainty
(*Sorry, that's two*)
drugs
My youth..............
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Canned tamales
neat nooky
sleeping late
Love Boat and Fantasy Island in Back-to-Back bliss on Saturday night.
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My multiple personality disorder.
Nutella.
The structure underlying art pre 20th
century.
i miss the days when mickey mouse was little more than a rat.
and, hey everyone, i just realized i'm online with adolesence preoccupied by sex, sexual functions, and body cavities.
i miss anal-necrophilic-bestial sex sessions.
my guitar
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my mom
My mind
That annual pow wow with the medicine man.
Innocence
ss#542-08-1550
mud
Gas-X.
The feeling of spaciousness in my head.
myself and my penis
Aphex
The frienship I've made with the stains in my underwear
Uninhibited kinky nasty sex.
Driving really fast through school zones
and free lunch program for my future off-
spring.
FNORD
Clean underwear
Bullseyes
Revolutionaries
My life before I went online
That's easy - Buck Rogers.
Herbie the heroic hamster.
i miss my vagina.
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drink water and be full of it
jeli ian neck(optional)
the '90's
Ralph McGinnis
I miss my virginity
Platinum. All the platinum in the world is being insidiously gathered by aliens to power their spacecraft.
Strange erotic feeling i got from
watching Wonder Woman
to get back to bed
The guilt that comes with taking
illegal drugs.
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Not enough pay to be able to drink and drug and eat and fuck and sleep and dream.
rachel I kerley
My hopefulness and plans for the future
The Balancing Act, a wonderful band
swallowed up by the heartless music
industry.
10 pints of Guinness on Saturdays
at the Britannia Hotel, Ramsey,
Isle of Man,British Isles
8 track tape players
James Watt. God, that man knew
howta party.
commadore 64s, sex, food, good films,
music, making stuff, destroying stuff
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the soft, sinewy slip of a slingshot being aimed at my carpal tunnels in a fresh June snowstorm in the Bois de Boulogne
Xerxes Alexandrovitch
Sinking up to my knees in mud while looking for tadpoles
in the pond behind my house
tatjana kaiser
A samll birch forest.
The fool
Howdy doody
everything I meant to say
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Extreme optimism
My best friend Tanya Kalich, who let me
play with a power saw the last time I
saw her.
Rick
Good clean fun.
Derrida on crack
j.p. witkins "testicle stretch with threat
of head smash"
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my hair
My girlfriend. And my dog.
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The mom-and-pop stores that have been
replaced by the mega-stores. There is a
sameness to so much in our world.
Sometimes it seems that the more things
change, the more they become alike.
Xerox homes, xerox stores, xerox music...
xerox art.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Dunkin Donuts large dark roast on a empty stomach and bleeding ulcers.
Certainty of sanity
Not having this survey completed.
Well....(timidly) I haven't been laid in more years than I care to count!
Pizza
thinking
mornings
weekly bacchanalia with magnums- er, magna of Veuve Cliquot Ponsardin, Gold Label...skinnydip&chips
My mother's armpit hair.
Beer, drugs, women, and rock
him
Big old trees.
after the bomb fell. the time changed. the quiet times are gone. we are living on the brittle edge of what's to come and the future is black.
Cartoon without toy products.
Big Macs
John Thomas
Being sober.
My belief in weather forecasters
my my little pony sleeping bag
The Sexual Revolution (it's
over, man, in case you
missed it).
Huldra
my mind?
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the small nub of a woman's back. a kind of carrying loot bag.
slinky
thinking clearly. as in; not questioning my
sanity every waking second of this dreadful existence
The Ford Pinto, and that element of
DANGER!
NEMO
UNSAFE SEX
enegima(optional)
trees, and lots of . I like trees and the way thigs are going when we collapse they will be falling a head of us
I miss civilization
hu hu ... sex
Ignorance
june cleaver
The times when the hardest descision yu had to make was
weither to go out and play or stay in and watch the Flintstones.
Not knowing when the world would end
Little Gumby toys with Bruce Springsteen headbands and guitars
CAWKI itself -- i.e., Civilization As We Knew It
Free Will
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EATING REAL SUGAR, SMOKING CIGARETTES AND RIDING MY BIKE WITHOUT A HELMET
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the toilet bowl
those rides at the hospital, i think they called them "gurney races"...
Orlene Baird
money, survival, cooked food
$0.99 second-run movies
del soba
bong hits
the 60's.
Jim McClure
Cat Breath
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fat nickel bags
Etruscan war-lords.
little bugs...when i was in rome, there was a definite shortage of little bugs
i missed them then, so i'm sure i would again
hood
my left foot.
elbows
My toe still sweats
human rights
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Me.
Unsafe sex
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virtual reality
Nail salons.
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Bog says he misses sex, drugs and apple pie.
I, Lady Raven, miss being in diapers. I've
missed that since I was two years old.
No one to beat up on.
the ozone
highways
The old New Yorker
thats a rather silly queation, dont you think?
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I already miss the certain knowledge that
the changes to come will radically altermy
drinking habits, a pending loss which I already
mourn. I miss my dog also. He
cannot come with me at the end.
the innocence associated with coming
of age...
I miss Frisco.
The one bad guy on level two of the arcade game Hogan's Alley. I can never hit that little bastard.
BOBBIE(optional)
MY LUNCH PERIOD BUDDIES
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drugs
Lizard Kings...
rainy weather
Those little spacers you pull out of a
new laser printer before you can use it.
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being in close proximity to a bathroom
being able to bash people over the head
with large stones.
Saturday night live
Mike
Tre I can sit and cleanse my self of the
manifestaion of hell on Earth in the 20th century.
Shit is freedom it falls to the bowls of the beast
as a decoy sacrafice and my soul ascendsThw
flightless birds
Optimism
Clean air and compost piles
the neighborhood I don't remember
Esther
Two legs like Claudia Schiffer's
Geranimals
or
Thalia Asuras?
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masturbation
a passionate first kiss.
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pesto
My naivete.
Cartoons.
I'm your Mother!
telling my no. 4 son to pick up his room. love, MOM
True love (no, really).
Daylight
I miss the way my teeeth feel before the
braces came. I miss my lizard SirToenails
the 8th, because he died when the bugs
ate him. I also forgot to feed him.
We buried it in the Miracle Whip Jar.
Whips and Chains
my roommate at the mental hospital
s'mores
unprotected sex
The bullseye. Never could pull that
frakkin' longbow.
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The Klick-Klacks I used to own in 3rd
grade before they were banned.
architectiptoploftically asaspenking
or otherwise?
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