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| 01:17am 27/11/2009 |
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And then when a pheasant flees, to "Antarctica", it "shares" a "quiet time"! |
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| 01:09am 27/11/2009 |
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Sam Samuels was born on a horsetray,
seven fucking gibbons in the back of the cab.
He takes heckles, he doesn't live in Eccles, and when he fucking fingers with a hand, he's a nerd.
This is the Samuels that shot out of Wednesday morning, three weeks from Saturday, with bird shit on his face. His whole fucking plan was being a Rhino precinct, and when that failed him, his brainskull whistled in the wind. |
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| 01:41am 24/11/2009 |
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Oleg Romanovich Catskin was killing breath in a stupid person when suddenly he felt bad about it and the sun purchased a wastepaper basket for his nephew as a birthday present. |
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| 01:26am 24/11/2009 |
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And if you stumble upon a colony of drowned people trying to tell you their stories, don't care, just say yes. It's alright, and then you will become slugs and whatnot. That's just how it is, apparently. And someone with a name will have a point, and you can break that point off and throw it out a window or into someone's eye and they can go blind in that eye, and you can feel "guilty". Also, your pillow is not satisfactory, and there is loudness coming at you because you did something wrong and you have a paper cut and so what the fuck. |
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| 10:57pm 31/10/2009 |
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Twin sisters hating on the corner waiting for their mother to get back. Dreaming of murder. |
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| 10:52pm 31/10/2009 |
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Twilight monkeys getting jealous, smashing through your cupboards with an axe. |
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| 10:44pm 31/10/2009 |
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Do not worship Oldness. It is Death. |
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| 11:23pm 27/10/2009 |
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She swears at her nephew eating homemade raisins and we're always lying to her about her name. She thinks it's not Edna, but it's not. She doesn't believe us. |
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| 11:11pm 22/10/2009 |
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We were sitting on the stove eating paint chips when suddenly all of the windowsills started growing out of control. The orangest of the three sisters swam to the moon and broke records. Sally went into her ear and waited. We saw a wiretap flirting with the fireplace briefly, and then the lights got heavier. Everything got heavier. And broken records started playing to us their shallow lunar landscapes. All over the place, Sally's ear was making nightmares. There were hundreds of little monster girls slithering around the floor like maggot demons, and the paint chips got saltier and saltier. A raincloud committed suicide above our house. |
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| 11:10pm 22/10/2009 |
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when all of the windowsills started growing out of control. |
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| 03:23pm 02/10/2009 |
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Joey goes inside himself and sits there and screams. |
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| 03:15pm 02/10/2009 |
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The heads always fall off. |
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| 02:25pm 30/09/2009 |
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Physics J. Personword went squabbling around his bedroom squaring off with a liverwurst for 6 hours until his wings shattered. Then the floor turned into the way we feel when someone hates us, and he fell. |
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| 01:51pm 05/09/2009 |
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accidentally eviscerated by an exploding doldrum |
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| 10:23pm 30/08/2009 |
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Then she thinks about herself too hard and everyone breathes salvation for another weekend. |
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| 10:06pm 30/08/2009 |
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She sits in cobra land with clampdowns on her stomach,
The apefest parrot-hat was too much to afford.
We ate at Jimmy's house, he made us waffle pinecone sticks,
the shirt was hedgeless, it wandered through the floor. |
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| 10:35am 23/08/2009 |
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She's growing creeds in her garden. She sells them for $4 each, because they're organic.
She's stark raving magic, and she knows how to lie. |
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| 11:40am 20/08/2009 |
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Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet eating her birds of prey. |
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| A prenuptual aggrievement |
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| 08:58am 13/08/2009 |
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Chicken noodle Superman reprogrammed the maid to take apart our dreams last night, and now we're all the more happy for it. In a pile of quarantines, we found a buttery lifestyle wintering away the summertime being bored. It was broken and made out of waterfalls, but no one seemed to mind. We took it out and dusted it off and gave it to the poor, and they floated away into outer space without giving proper notice. So we shot them down and made blankets out of their skin. Aren't they great? |
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| 10:52pm 12/08/2009 |
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A dancing prettiness, and you know something but it's gone maybe. Fluttering this and that, being where and now, etcetera and so on. Your tears went where? and ok now she wants to kiss you. And your stomach hurts, and your blood can attack itself but hopefully won't, and you're going to wake up, and you're not going to wake up. |
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