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Slit Trench: The Thought That Counts?
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Friday, December 22, 2006. The Thought That Counts? Hey, you asked what I'd like to see for the holidays. Posted by grumblefish at 7:49 PM. What is a Reindeer? Ok I am lost especially when you start a paragraph with the word firm.there goes the full concentration and then I got to Meerkats and I see those little guys bobbing around looking for Hawks and I have no idea what Turquoise Pudding is? Hope it turns out great for you! Doowah...
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Slit Trench: Outcomes Without Surprises
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Sunday, December 03, 2006. The truck didn't like it much, the few other motorists were confused by it, I wasn't thrilled with it, but like anything else, you just have to get the hang of it. The longest route home also had the fewest traffic lights and motorists, toll booths are good places to convince the! That's right. Kludge. Got any problems with that? Posted by grumblefish at 4:20 PM. That was an awesome story! Like you're succe...
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Slit Trench: January 2006
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Saturday, January 28, 2006. Eminently Discardable Crapola Floats Up. Speaking of immediate cleanup, here's some more folderol, in search of a suitable compost:. Spent, warm, we together in this bed, are silent, awaiting a voice for thoughts in my head. Sorry if my random caresses may confuse you, or elicit in you the feelings that they used to. Different, yet familiar paths- are we following them, even now? Not now, darling, not now.
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Slit Trench: A Place and Date to Punctuate
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Sunday, December 31, 2006. A Place and Date to Punctuate. Good thing there are plenty of hands to go around. With any luck, the resolutions I make this New Year's eve will be safely interred by April Fool's Day, with only a chuckle to acknowledge their inception. Leave a light on, and I'll probably visit in the new year. Have a good one, but don't forget to play nice while celebrating, on New Year's Eve! Glad to hear from you again.
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Slit Trench: Unblunted By Snow
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Sunday, December 24, 2006. I'll be the first to admit to experiencing a certain lethargy (antipathy? About the holiday season, this year. Not for lack of loved ones, or lassitude, or as an expression of disgust; more nearly, I'd say it was confluence of simpler impulses, all clicking into place at the same moment. However those may be parsed, I've had Hell's sweet time, getting it into gear (in any conventional sense). Forget about e...
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Slit Trench: Are yer?
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Monday, December 18, 2006. An' now, fer not showin' headstrong, isn' it an accusation o' bein' weak? Was it a Huzzah, er words o' courage tha' yer wanted, or even now, seek? Isn' it the strawman seems ter hava problem, keepin' his hat on? Ah, doan imagine it'll go easier, once all'a problems are gone. Ai-ai-ai, is our world up for feeble tricks, o' feeble minds a' feeble pricks? Gets no needed Jubilee, owin' ta the commonsense dearth.
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Slit Trench: April 2006
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Friday, April 28, 2006. Well, That's a Way of Looking at It. It seems a shame to waste a perfect movie plot line like that, when all I can recall is a separate, unintentional thought: The time to wrangle like a twenty year old is when you're twenty years old. Posted by grumblefish at 9:31 PM. Wednesday, April 26, 2006. A Truck Without Pity, or, a Candidate? A Town Without Pity" by Gene Pitney. When you're young and so in love as we.
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Slit Trench: December 2005
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Thursday, December 29, 2005. Leftovers, It Seems. As the song recommends, "believe half of what you hear, and disregard the rest.". This makes the process of figuring out which notions are obsolete or specious a more challenging one, but it does make for an interesting dumpster-full of discarded thoughts. Did I mention that there's a bit of debris produced here? None of us stands quite so tall,. Who of us would not far rather hide,.
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Slit Trench: October 2005
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Saturday, October 29, 2005. Devotion, be it spiritual or martial, readily blends into one amorphous emotional goo, a loose amalgam of poorly delineated sensations to which we feel an obligation to respond. A line of anonymous people stood in the cool darkness, tiny flames licking and writhing within handheld lanterns. Posted by grumblefish at 1:31 AM. Saturday, October 22, 2005. Just In Time For Holiday Shopping. Note: Please do not ...
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Slit Trench: A Return, Of Sorts
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I can take a hint, even if I don't immediately know what to do with it. Sunday, December 17, 2006. A Return, Of Sorts. Here's a scrap o' wisdom, once scrawled on an oily rag:. Ther' ain't room fer th' third person, not in my sleepin' bag. First person (singular or plural) is about all th' thing'll hold,. An' still keep us warm and moist, in the face o' bitter cold. Th' answer ter yer askin' 'bout how or if I'm bent,. Is somewhere in that pile o' crap, heaped outside th' tent. Never believe it, Matey....