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You, Friend, may
see me,
and you may cringe.
You can hear me,
and shake in terror.
You, Friend, you may
touch me,
and shudder.
You can smell me,
and disgust.
But if you, Friend,
do not respect me,
in my alienity,
then you are not a Friend.
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ABOUT SIGBJØRN LUND OLSEN | |
Sigbjørn still maintains that he is going to be somebody ... carefully neglecting the fact that all the ninety-year olds still singing into their combs in front of their mirrors, they too knew that they were going to be somebody. It is slowly dawning on him that his shot at being a star kid actor may very well have passed, so as a backup plan, he's currently attending university in Trondheim, Norway, studying film.
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roberto stooks
4.22.01 @ 8:20a
sig
send me a picture
I'll decide!
RESPECT
such a beautiful
word.
Need a friend?
Then be a friend.
rds
sigbjørn olsen
4.22.01 @ 7:33p
Hypothetically :-)
If you for some reason need to see my picture, it's at http://eol.livejournal.com/
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