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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Tuesday, January 30, 2007. The Old Boys Club. The Old Boys Club. Giving pats and exchanging hugs. Reminiscing the days gone by. Where they were once great, esteemed members. Of a patriotic pride and joy, no room for stragglers. Leaders they emerged then and now aim to be,. Scions of divine destiny. Â Those were the days of our lives, our baby steps,. We have arrivedâ ,â. The Club chairman proclaims, as if membership from thence. Started the wheels of their poignant pyrrhic victory.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Thursday, March 29, 2007. Written at 7:45 PM. Get awesome blog templates. Like this one from BlogSkins.com.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Wednesday, May 04, 2005. Who's in a bunker? Who's in a bunker? Women and children first. And the children first. I'll laugh until my head comes off. I'll swallow till I burst. Who's in a bunker? Who's in a bunker? I have seen too much. I haven't seen enough. You haven't seen it. I'll laugh until my head comes off. Women and children first. Everything all of the time. Everything all of the time. Let me hear both sides. Let me hear both sides. Let me hear both. Throw it on the fire.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Wednesday, March 28, 2007. Written at 12:31 PM. Get awesome blog templates. Like this one from BlogSkins.com.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Friday, January 19, 2007. The gunk coalesces into the sink. Yoke of man, that unflinching thirst for the sweeter. Swimming in the swirl that his lips may taste. His arms reach desperately for the prize. To better his lot, to rise. In that swirling descend. Such a sickly positive trait. Vomit seals his fate. Shored up on the gunk with his sweet desire. Admires his prize for an ephemeral second. His tremulous arms torn to threads by his razed envious soul. January 19, 2007.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Monday, March 12, 2007. Caught in the centre of a soundless field. While hot inexplicable hours go by. What trap is this? Where were its teeth concealed? You seem to ask. I make a sharp reply,. Then clean my stick. I'm glad I can't explain. Just in what jaws you were to suppurate:. You may have thought things would come right again. If you could only keep quite still and wait. The mongrel cat came home. Holding half a head. Proceeded to show it off. To all his new found friends.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Friday, March 30, 2007. Mexico City (Feb 8 - 12, 2007). Written at 4:31 AM. This is SO FUNNY! Apr 1, 2007, 1:51:00 AM by. Thursday, March 29, 2007. Written at 7:45 PM. Wednesday, March 28, 2007. Written at 12:31 PM. Monday, March 12, 2007. Caught in the centre of a soundless field. While hot inexplicable hours go by. What trap is this? Where were its teeth concealed? You seem to ask. I make a sharp reply,. Then clean my stick. I'm glad I can't explain. The mongrel cat came home.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Monday, March 12, 2007. This was Mr Bleaney's room. He stayed. The whole time he was at the Bodies, till. They moved him.' Flowered curtains, thin and frayed,. Fall to within five inches of the sill,. Whose window shows a strip of building land,. Tussocky, littered. 'Mr Bleaney took. My bit of garden properly in hand.'. Bed, upright chair, sixty-watt bulb, no hook. Behind the door, no room for books or bags -. I'll take it.' So it happens that I lie. Written at 10:55 AM.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Thursday, April 14, 2005. Green pastures in the manor house. In the gloom of rigour's life, incipient freedom grows. Fenced manicured lawn of constant reaping. Myopic enclosure of disparate worldly woes. They dance a grotesque dance amidst the mocking. Weeping gnarled trees of inevitability. Yet in that garden of stunted demeanour. The stars shine still. That two from the strings of puppetry do break free. To challenge that ascribed eventuality. Patterned paths they do not need.
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Enter the GvOzTH DoMain. Saturday, June 25, 2005. To the citadels of promise. Osmosis of viscous technical knowledge. Precipitate a seamless concoction. In those hallowed halls. Digits filled to the brim, bursting at their strait-laced seams. So now the digits have run their due course. Sponged and soaked in glory. In noble reverence for their imagined community. Marching in perfect unison. Towards a perfecter union. Each cog welded with precision. Into the Leviathan's machinery. Their lids are closed.
