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goldfish nation: October 2005
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Described as having hair like "a cross between jeanette winterson and ken dodd". Monday, October 31, 2005. Full source here courtesey of mae bee, published on godhaven ink. An argument often given by those who do not necessarily preach coercive relationships but are restricted by the ideology is this:. It is reasonable for A to not kiss B in front of C. It is reasonable because A cares for C as much as she does for B. A does not want to upset C. Would you kiss B in front of C if C would be upset? God's a...
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goldfish nation: September 2005
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Described as having hair like "a cross between jeanette winterson and ken dodd". Wednesday, September 21, 2005. Monday was international speak like a pirate day. Missed it. oops. To make up, there's some *fantastic* pirate stuff out there. The stuff above was sourced from venganza. Y'know all the fuss about intelligent design. That popped up in the news recently? Well venganza have come up with their own equally scientifically valid theory. i like their stance on pirates. Also out there is the onion's.
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613 sadnesses: November 2005
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Saturday, November 12, 2005. Catch 22 (joseph heller). Nately turned to him quickly with alarm. 'What is it? He whispered. 'What's the matter? Cut it out, will you? Nately warned in a fierce whisper. Oooooooooooooooooh,' Yossarian moaned a fourth time, this time loudly enough for everyone to hear him distinctly. Nately hissed vehemently. 'You'll get into trouble.'. Oooooooooooooooooh,' Dunbar answered Yossarian from the opposite end of the room. Oooooooooooooooooooh,' Dunbar moaned back at him. It was cl...
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613 sadnesses: time for bed (david baddiel)
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Sunday, November 06, 2005. Time for bed (david baddiel). Say: 'oh yeah, baby', 'do it to me', 'do you like that? Ja, meine Titten, ficken sie meine Titten. I can't say that stuff, not without growing a moustache and repainting the flat purple. Posted by zoe at 4:06 pm. Brief interviews with hideous men (david foster wa. A story of love (ali smith). Goldfish nation (wendy cope). Hotel world (ali smith). Riddley walker (russell hoban). Everything is illuminated (jonathon safran foer). Turn up the heat.
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613 sadnesses: extremely loud and incredibly close (jonathan safran foer)
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Monday, March 12, 2007. Extremely loud and incredibly close (jonathan safran foer). I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it. "I" was the last word I was able to speak out aloud, which is a terrible thing, but there it is, I would walk round the neighbourhood saying "I I I I." "You want a cup of coffee, Thomas? I" "And maybe something sweet? I" "How's about this weather? I" "You look upset. Is anything wrong? Posted by zoe at 9:27 pm.
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613 sadnesses: last words (joolz denby)
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Monday, March 12, 2007. Last words (joolz denby). If I should die, think only this of me. I didn't snuff it from an infected midge bite in some corner of a foreign field, but from having my lights punctured by a starving knifeman in Rio who spilt my claret for the sake of a pearlised silver plastic mugger trap wallet and a pair of gold sleepers from Ratners. Dead, dead, and only the cat ever called me Mother. I had beautiful hands and feet. I breathed the air that you breathe now, you are breathing m...
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613 sadnesses: May 2006
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Sunday, May 21, 2006. And in both regular and long. How could she possibly have thought she needed long? She was about five feet two. She made a point about this when trying on a pair of flat shoes. Do I look small in these? Of course you look small, you're five foot two. Small but perfectly formed." I didn't actually say that. I wish I had. Well, what do you think? I think you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and that dress, well, words escape me.". I'm an Ella as well.". We had a bond.
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613 sadnesses: i know this much is true (wally lamb)
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Monday, January 16, 2006. I know this much is true (wally lamb). He was oblivious of my drumming fingers on the tabletop. Not to change the subject, I said, but how’s the coffee business? How can we kill people for the sake of cheap oil? How can we justify. His hands flapped as he talked, his palms were grimy from newsprint ink. Those dirty hands should have warned me - should have tipped me off. How are we going to prevent God’s vengeance if we have that little respect for human life? I know what I know...
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613 sadnesses: September 2005
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Friday, September 30, 2005. A story of love (ali smith). We were sitting up, leaning on each other in the early morning light; now that it was May the light came in just before three and soon there would be almost no dark at all. Birds sang and leaves lifted, and the door to your bedroom was always open because all the doors in the house warped in the summer. You leaned back, and began a story;. There was once, you said, someone who was in love with the sky. I said. Who lived together? But of the goldfish.
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613 sadnesses: August 2005
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Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Hotel world (ali smith). Hooooooo what a fall what a soar what a plummet what a dash into dark into light what a plunge what a glide thud crash what a drop what a rush what a swoop what a fright what a mad hushed skirl what a smash mush mash-up broke and gashed what a heart in my mouth what an end. What a life. What a time. What I felt. Then. Gone. I would give anything to taste. To taste just dust. Posted by zoe at 3:51 pm. Tuesday, August 30, 2005. Ive all redy wrote down ab...
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