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The Thirst for Thought: Kristy Whaley is
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Saturday, June 12, 2010. A 1988 addition to the Canadian population. Since 1988, Kristy has made a nuisance of herself, irritating educators and bosses alike. In her time unemployed, Kristy spends a lot of time concocting implausible stories about inarticulate things - hooray, phonetics! Thirst" is Kristy's (1, 2. 3. OH! 4th ebook. Abandoned, as of 11-2-10, she will only be showing it to a select few. Kristy hopes that you will enjoy this ebook. A Bird and a Body.
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The Thirst for Thought: A Bird and a Body
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Saturday, June 12, 2010. A Bird and a Body. Ah, the pills. I keep wondering, Ted: do any of these counteract? Of course, you don't talk, not right now. Mother's in the room, so you're still. You peep your bird-eyes at her, glaring with an iron stare, willing her to leave the room. Or am I projecting my own wishful thinking upon you? Mother's a smelly old biddy. Biddy-bydie, smelly old body. Do you think that she'll wake from her wee nap? I don't like being alone&...
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The Thirst for Thought: Sleepover with Grandma Wallace
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Thursday, July 8, 2010. Sleepover with Grandma Wallace. Billy Joel was on the radio. Joanie sat in the stuffy room, waiting for her grandmother to come back out of the bathroom. There was a loud thump. She blurted, shooting to her feet. "Grandma, are you okay? Joanie wandered from the easy chair, and in to the hallway. Silence greeted her inquiry. She reached the bathroom, hammering on the door for good measure. I thought it landed on your knee? Jesusfuck. Fr...
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The Thirst for Thought: Perhaps Not
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Thursday, July 29, 2010. Where is that lamp? Jenny called, across the dump. Mark shouted back, sifting through a pile of flower pots. You know, that cool one that you can operate with your mind.". Motherfuckers. Jenny's blond hair flew in to Mark's eyes. He left it alone. She hugged him around his waist, lifting him off the ground a little. Okay," he said. She wouldn't even be able to use it, not without him around - it was designed for telekinetics. In their pil...
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The Thirst for Thought: Modest Smouldering
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Sunday, August 8, 2010. The lights flickered, in some unknown rave pattern. She spotted Blondie's companions, and backed in to the crowd before they could reach her. Blondie looked pretty upset at being interrupted/losing Riley's pliable body. Nethers nonetheless on fire, Riley wiped her mouth, and made her way towards the exit. Y'know, you're gunna start pissing me off soon," she told the stoned slut. Dear, sweet Mary, all alone, at home. She thought back to her...
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The Thirst for Thought: Half-Forgotten
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Monday, July 26, 2010. Any fool could see that longing look in his eye. Any fellow men would understand the desperate keening he felt for her. Women might pity him, a large man with an Irish face. His knobby nose stood out, ruining almost any pictures of him. He'd tried online dating; as usual, it went nowhere. This girl seemed different. He liked her silly ' hu hu hu. Looking over at her, across the shoe store, he smiled internally. Silly dreams. She strolled hi...
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The Thirst for Thought: The Thirst For Thought
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Thursday, February 10, 2011. The Thirst For Thought. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Brought to you by the sick mind that created:. Unprovoked Acts of Literacy. It's Not You; It's Me. This terrible pile of internet nonsense was funded by:. The Wonderful Mrs. Macleod. Sleepover with Grandma Wallace. A Bird and a Body. Kristy Whaley, 2010. Awesome Inc. template. Template images by richcano.
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The Thirst for Thought: Complicated McKade
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Saturday, June 12, 2010. It had been one of those nights wherein McKade had attempted to probe the universe with his mind. It ended up more that he had a song stuck in his head – some 90s hip-hop nonsense – instead of getting in to some kind of zen trance. "Well, fuck this shit," McKade hissed to Bobby, over the phone. "Clearly, I'm not the meditating sort.". Why the fuck are you trying to meditate, anyway, you goofy shit? Y'think you're Buddha, all of a sudden?
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The Thirst for Thought: Hope Rides Alone
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Thursday, July 15, 2010. I see your face in mine. No particular reason; just cold. I look in to my eyes at night, sometimes, imagining that you can see me through my mirror with them. I think of you looking through, to your face, framed with messy locks. What must you think? I can never imagine your exact emotion. Vancouver; the one in Canada." "You're a long ways away from home. Where's your folks, kiddo? I'm riding this stolen Volvo to Arizona, to haunt any bar...
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The Thirst for Thought: The Wonderful Mrs. Macleod
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The Thirst for Thought. Tick, tick, tick. Saturday, June 12, 2010. The Wonderful Mrs. Macleod. I'm sure that every kid who grows up in a packed neighborhood like mine has a neighbor like Mrs. Macleod. I liked the old gal. Mrs Macleod never complained when little Jenny Major picked her best tulip to give to me. I thought that was amazing. I mean, she should have been pissed, right? I didn't think too far ahead. I was 10 when Mrs. Macleod killed herself. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Bird and a Body.
