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April 27, 2005
April 26, 2005
A Really Troubling Feeling.
I was going through the stack to find a remix disc and, with a metal pail of nail-clippers, she hard-pinched the top of my left leg, cutting it so I'd pay attention.
April 24, 2005
Tyler, About 6 Years Old, Of Maryland, Stood At The Microphone In His Jedi Knight Outfit.
But instead of asking Lucas a question, he paused, and only said, "Thank you."
Wave-Three
April 23, 2005
Owed Dew Within, Page 186.
If you don't care about something, one way to demonstrate your feelings is to say the word and then repeat the word with the letters S-C-H-M replacing the real first letters.
April 19, 2005
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April 18, 2005
Ink-marked With A Morr Label Logo, My Nail Pointed To The Bridge-Spot Where We Would Hang The Boxes And The Bodies.
And I said, "I can't use national mail after this," with a face that wasn't listening to what I'd wanted to say.
April 17, 2005
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April 07, 2005
SALIV, Page 118.
"I am programmed to self-destruct," he said.
"The button has been pressed."
April 02, 2005
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On A Home-Beaten Blood-Red Bus, Saul, Big Dish, And Orangutan Mike Bombed Down The West Seattle Bridge.
Sixteen crates of art-store scalpels, three bad-damaged knees, and one barely new idea.
April 01, 2005
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