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by Yossarian 800 words, 1 comment, on May 19 8:26 AM 2006
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I suppose that you wonder where I’m residing. As it happens, I’m shacked up still in rainy Vancouver. Sounds like a song, no? I think
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Afterthought
tragicomedy in 1 act -
Sense of smell invokes sex and intellectualism. She swung her hips beautifully. What roundness; like the curvature of the earth (curves that went on forever). And a midriff tha
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The young man stared at the eraser sitting on the desk. He gingerly poked at it with his pencil. He considered it for a moment. He considered its form, its composition, its mea
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As the pair of monstrously oversized soldiers led Shylock Oldsmar to the Inquisitor’s room, he considered what might have led him into this atrocious end.
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Amazing how my memory is so often provoked by music. Or, rather, assaulted by it. Like a great army of rhythm and blues one finds it has a prime efficiency in bashing our heads
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