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Flaff: Serial Number: 1 - Lines that Ought to Live In..
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Monday, November 10. Serial Number: 1 - Lines that Ought to Live In. She nestled her nose lustfully in his fragrant armpit hair. He leaned over her vulnerable, fragile sleeping face and licked the drool from the corner of her slack mouth, tasting its musky odor gratefully as his quivering member did the Dance of the One-Eyed Snake. As ever, contributions welcome :D. Okay are those actual lines from books? Oh gross. Ewww. Subscribe ...
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Flaff: November 2008
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Monday, November 10. Serial Number: 1 - Lines that Ought to Live In. She nestled her nose lustfully in his fragrant armpit hair. He leaned over her vulnerable, fragile sleeping face and licked the drool from the corner of her slack mouth, tasting its musky odor gratefully as his quivering member did the Dance of the One-Eyed Snake. As ever, contributions welcome :D. Sunday, November 2. It's time I started writing again. And then Yo...
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Flaff: December 2008
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Sunday, December 28. I feel blue.don't you hate birthdays? Sunday, December 21. Whither Goes Ze Time? It's been so long since I've posted here that I couldn't remember my password! That is *not* why I blog, thankyouverymuch). But I would like to believe that a lot of us blog because we like to write. More, we need to write. The Blog, in fact, ladies and gents, is the Savior of the World (hence the Blogmas crack, remember? Hail, blo...
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Flaff: At my grand-dad's knee
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Thursday, May 15. At my grand-dad's knee. Have you read 'The Homecoming' by Orson Scott Card? It is a good story and he tells it well. You might enjoy the various other interpretations of their characters. Maybe there's change and there's change and you just have to know the difference.". Could you please help me with a very technical thing here? IMG]http:/ s44.radikal.ru/i105/0912/3d/c3f5c104cbf9.jpg[/IMG]. Url=http:/ vegasonlines...
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Flaff: I'm thinking
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Sunday, November 2. It's time I started writing again. It isn't as if the stories have stopped. Just the story-telling. I should be ashamed of myself. And I am (don't think I'm not - also I *didn't* temporarily pause blogging because I was busy acquiring a real life and I don't care what anyone says about it! Trying to cure cancer's a rather greedy goal. Even for humans. We'll believe it when we see it. And maybe not then either.
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Flaff: Alternate Universe or What I Thought of While Brushing My Teeth this Morning
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Wednesday, May 14. Alternate Universe or What I Thought of While Brushing My Teeth this Morning. Ah, so you're actually back to the stage of blogging about what you think up. I'd say welcome back, but we're still miffed about the long absence. Also, are you and OTP doing relays? Maybe OTP and I are the same person, huh? Did you think of that? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Communication is the Key. One Butt at a Time.
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Flaff: I'm 25
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Sunday, December 28. I feel blue.don't you hate birthdays? Do not, under any circumstances, look at this. Nath: Sigh. I did. And you *knew* I would! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Communication is the Key. And none will hear the mailman knock. Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten? One Butt at a Time. She Said He Said. For what are stars but asterisks. To point a human life?
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Flaff: Good Blog! Whither Goes Ze Time?
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Sunday, December 21. Whither Goes Ze Time? It's been so long since I've posted here that I couldn't remember my password! That is *not* why I blog, thankyouverymuch). But I would like to believe that a lot of us blog because we like to write. More, we need to write. The Blog, in fact, ladies and gents, is the Savior of the World (hence the Blogmas crack, remember? What is the purpose of all of this? Hail, bloggers, to the one god, ...
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Flaff: July 2008
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Wednesday, July 2. In the end, it's the self-loathing that does you in. She knew this. Or at least she pretended she knew this. That was one way of coping with it, and that was her way so least said about it the better. If you reconstruct reality pleasantly enough, it seems winkingly real and that's enough to satisfy all but the most exacting. If her judgment couldn't be trusted then surely everyone else's could be? She Said He Said.
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Flaff: November 2009
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere. Saturday, November 7. Dream for a Depressed Grad Student. That's for 5 years of my youth". For all the mice I've tortured". This one's for the women I didn't save.". For the problems I didn't solve.". This one for the questions I didn't answer.". And here's for the diseases I didn't cure". That's for the 3 AM depression fits". That's for the constant. Worrying about never ever being able to afford a house". A big, fat. For who can ...