One planet has one side
One ocean has one tide
Ten deserts have one fountain
One river has ten mountains
A hundred beaches have one sand
One wind has a hundred lands
A thousand fish have one sea
One bird has a thousand trees
A million stars have one sky
One truth has a million lies
One key for infinate locks
One mind has infinate thoughts
Rich Halvorsen · 30 May 2007
One planet has one side
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Richard Reeves · 5 November 2006
Hello Friend Near and Far,
Richard the Incomunicato returns to tell you all this: I miss you people who I haven’t seen in dogs age (at least a small rodents age). Rich, you gypsy-rogue you, we are about as far as friends can be appart -8000 miles as the worm flys (?) Here’s the house update…. Baaaaa bumm-pa-bumm
Tuna is the skanky little teenager of the neiborhood. Tyler tried real hard to teach her the birds and the bees but she yowled real loud and said that she all ready had a real man… The heeeeCat. There’s one that comes ‘round with balls that sway like the Tacoma Narows Bridge. Maybe we’ll have a kitten for you when you get back. I love those LIFE books you left. Oh and I can buy you booze when you return (hurrra!).
Bellingham was alive on halloween. It is a fantastic holliday here. The line into the Rocky Horror Picture show, in Miller Hall streched around the front of Old Main. And the leaves, as always, are truly stunning. Aaron was waldo (fitting yes?), Shelby-Cruela Devil, Dordy- An enourmous french maid (OMFGzors), Sara-my experment, Me- A very twisted russian scientist, Tyler- A flasher, and Wyatt- Borat?. Fun fun.
Ahh well Friends, I long to here from all of you. I must go. Please do a dance to the snow gods in the coming weeks. They must be appiesed. If any you have any virgins or year-old snowballs in your freezers which we can sacrifice I can be contacted at my new number of 360-671-1204.
Patrick Holahan · 9 August 2006
what a strange trip that was! the madness that ensued from those dunes is unparalleled to date. The sands were hot and beautiful and spirits were high from the get go. 3 cars racing towards the goal all full of giggling guys gorging on lack of sleep. The arrival was incredible and Wyatt’s techno pumped us all up. The wonderfully cool breeze swept us across the great sand moutains and we rolled right into that persian den of sin. Evan’s beltbuckles, the throat dogs and the rampant other substances got used quickly and after trekking out to a measly river we return against the whipping winds to the camp and the boys all passed out for a quick nap which went well past sunset. But upon awakening the beer was annihilated and the meat dripped on sticks. A moonlit walk that dispersed the friends quickly back to the tents for more oysters and sleep was incredibly smooth.
The next morning we waved at a man in the sunny sky and watched bi-planes pass on by. the waking and baking led to munching and crunching which of course led to men rubbing lotion on the skin and then promptly putting it back in the basket. Quite a large number of us dropped the lil tab’s o fun, red pills, and drank some shots o rum. The beach mission was strange as the chilly fog and powerful wind blasted in and the random beach finds of a “jap hat” and the bouy shaker left us all staggering into the gray oblivion. Trying to make our way out of the whipping sands, we try to take the high road, which is full of FUCKING sharp needle grass and spiked cactus foliage. AGH!
Patrick Holahan · 10 February 2006
This is your Portland friend with an embarassing story that will be somewhat engrained in my mind for life. Yesterday i got back from school at about 5 pm and said to my housemate Ze, ‘dude, look at that full moon, crazy shit is gonna happen’. “whatever” he disregarded with disamusement. It’s true, i had no faith that anything of the ‘crazy’ sort would materialize. This would be considered a class A jinx.
After the first half bottle of wine i shared, i went to play rehearsal a little buzzed, left giggling to grab a guiness from the am/pm, met up with Ze and some girlies at their house for some margaritas, very light on the tequila and proceeded to go out to the Twilight Room bar.
Now there is something you must understand, this is thursday, I in no way was planning to get ‘crunk’ as those wisemen say. But friends, crunk is JUST what i got. After meeting some old friends from years before offering me pitchers of cold refreshin’ pabst, the fuzzy eyes picked up more lint as the night moved along. After a few more friends showed up equally excited to help my night along with those amber waves of grain, the memory fades.
i shake my head now.
As i sat in the back of the police car, my hands cuffed together in a dull pain, i couldn’t help but wonder how it was that i got here and what i had done. I struggled to reach for the door handle looking for the door lock to get out.
Your Remarks 
Patrick Holahan · 24 August 2005
i’ve decided i dont care if it’s only been me and Phil bantering back and forth. screw everybody else and lets us enjoy our tea party! bah!
down here in smoky deathland (aka Portland) life is moving along at a nice pace of nightly drinking and jamming. i dont think a single night has gone by that the cold, thin, watery taste of Pabst (blue ribbon winner!) has done a tango on my tongue. call me naughty, call me a drunkard, just dont call me Al.
also, if anyone crazy enough to come see either Mindless Self Indulgence or the Locusts would like to see the fun filled musical wonders in Portland, you have a place to stay and a friend to get rowdy with.
Patrick “i dont have a lot of chairs” Holahan
p.s. (i call it smoky deathland because it seems that the entire city has decided to take up smoking, include the squirrels, but they only smoke winstons….so it doesn’t count)
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