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$OLPUGID $PRING$: So long, brother
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006. So long, brother. July 10, 1946 - January 18, 2006. Para; 10:25 AM. A GREAT PLACE TO RAZE THE KIDS. My name's Joe. My mother's a Republican nitwit. My daddy's long dead (the son of a bitch.) I pick up cigarette butts out of the gutter, reroll them, and sell them to down-on-their-luck 12 year-old nicotine addicts. It's a living. View my complete profile. Brass Tacks of Justynn Tyme. Are You Politically Cherry? The Hagfish Chronicles and . . . Smoker's Guide to Amsterdam.
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$OLPUGID $PRING$: A Minor Revelation
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Monday, October 11, 2004. Hector always wondered how he could feel randy as a goat while being so physically ill. One for the great philosophers to puzzle over. His job for the day would be getting to the toilet before he pissed himself. The floor was not cooperating in this endeavor. As the day wore on, Hector’s residual drunk faded away and his hangover gradually subsided into the generalized misery of waking existence. He stood drinking his coffee and looking at Anita’s bare butt peeking out of th...
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$OLPUGID $PRING$: The Dog
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Sunday, December 05, 2004. Len sat at the kitchen table of the old farmhouse, nursing his beer, absentmindedly scratching his dog behind the ears, and waiting. He'd kindled a fire in the woodstove earlier, but had let it go out, and the night chill with its iron teeth was creeping back in on both of them. It could take all night, this thing - or it might not happen at all. Conditions had to be just right, but Len had never quite come to understand precisely what the conditions were. He had just sat himse...
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$OLPUGID $PRING$: September 2004
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Thursday, September 30, 2004. The men in the helicopters remained unaware of his predicament, and headed north by northeast in their airborne contraptions, over green hills that could, as they knew, easily lose them for good within the blink of an eye. By nightfall, the hunter was a trembling bundle of pain and sweat, cursing all of creation with the new language that his pain had taught him. In the meantime, he had managed to cover another twenty arduous feet of verdant woodland, leaving bits of him...
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$OLPUGID $PRING$: Note: Earthquake and Tsunami Aid
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Friday, December 31, 2004. Note: Earthquake and Tsunami Aid. Has put together some very good information about Earthquake and Tsunami Aid. For those who wish to contribute to the humanitarian relief efforts. Also try Charity Navigator. Please take a look. Para; 9:22 AM. A GREAT PLACE TO RAZE THE KIDS. View my complete profile. Brass Tacks of Justynn Tyme. Are You Politically Cherry? The Hagfish Chronicles and . . . Wrinkledrug: a blog by a poet from Belfast who has a humour which could melt plastic!
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$OLPUGID $PRING$: Homewreckers
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Sunday, December 19, 2004. They knew all the shit had gone to hell and come back rancid when they noticed the head of the little girl's doll peeking up from the living room floor as if to say now just what are you gonna do about this? It was a sight to behold. It was just like Mama had said it was. And the insurance people wouldn't write it down as totaled out, believe it if you want to. This little bitch was gonna suffer! He ripped her head off and tossed it into the middle of the livingroom, where it c...
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$OLPUGID $PRING$: October 2004
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Monday, October 11, 2004. Hector always wondered how he could feel randy as a goat while being so physically ill. One for the great philosophers to puzzle over. His job for the day would be getting to the toilet before he pissed himself. The floor was not cooperating in this endeavor. As the day wore on, Hector’s residual drunk faded away and his hangover gradually subsided into the generalized misery of waking existence. He stood drinking his coffee and looking at Anita’s bare butt peeking out of th...
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$OLPUGID $PRING$
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Saturday, December 25, 2004. Commenting and trackback have been added to this blog. Para; 10:16 AM. A GREAT PLACE TO RAZE THE KIDS. My name's Joe. My mother's a Republican nitwit. My daddy's long dead (the son of a bitch.) I pick up cigarette butts out of the gutter, reroll them, and sell them to down-on-their-luck 12 year-old nicotine addicts. It's a living. View my complete profile. Brass Tacks of Justynn Tyme. Are You Politically Cherry? The Hagfish Chronicles and . . . Smoker's Guide to Amsterdam.
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