November 30, 2008

Leery Attachment Replies, Page 11.

He didn't know what was at the end of the chute. The opening was narrow (though large enough to take the canary). He dreamed that the chute opened onto vast garbage cans filled with old coffee filters, ravioli in tomato sauce, and mangled genitalia. Huge worms, as big as the canary and armed with terrible beaks, would attack the body, tear off its feet, rip out its intestines, burst its eyeballs. He woke up trembling; it was only one o'clock. He swallowed three Xanax. So ended his first night of freedom.

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November 25, 2008

Leery Attachment Replies, Page 6.

Today,
For the first time,
We can revisit the end of the old order.

Posted by dean at 01:54 AM

November 20, 2008

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November 11, 2008

Hoofed, Tardy, Whizz Tornado, Page 177.

'To be accused of being a real wizard, when I'm not, is a slander I will not tamely submit to. But I am one of the greatest humbug wizards that ever lived, and you will realize this when we have all starved together and our bones are scattered over the floor of this lonely cave.'

Posted by dean at 02:17 AM

November 02, 2008

Hoofed, Tardy, Whizz Tornado, Page 64.

The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.

Posted by dean at 05:31 AM

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