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Closed: November 2007
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Tuesday, November 27, 2007. The Trout Would Have A Different Take. Mess, Sean fried our food. While the fire built itself into the potential it had, I cajoled it along with food and air. Off in the trees, something big moved. I heard the hiss and gurgle of boiling liquid and saw the fire had gotten close to the enamelware coffee pot. I helped myself to a dirty cup of it and sat staring at the fire and across it my brother having a vocal dream. Authored and perfected by Rock Hammer. Links to this post.
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Blue Flyer / words by Cissy Strutt: February 2007
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Blue Flyer / words by Cissy Strutt. Sunday, February 25, 2007. Marilynne Robinson's voluptuous prose drew me into this simple story. Late in the book she asks "When did I become so unlike other people? Links to this post. Wednesday, February 21, 2007. Hugh Lunn's Lost For Words is subtitled "Australia's lost language in words and stories". It is as scrumptious a book as ever you could wish to dip into. And I do dip. Here is a sample. Watch for more. Links to this post. Sunday, February 18, 2007.
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Simply Curious Girl: Hi...
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A girl. Simply Curious. Simply Insane. And Simply Insatiable. Thursday, October 29, 2009. October 29, 2009 at 7:15 AM. Wow where the hell have you been? Does this mean youre back? Warped Mind of Ron. October 29, 2009 at 7:42 AM. October 29, 2009 at 9:10 AM. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, already in progress. October 29, 2009 at 9:41 AM. When I saw this in my reader I thought I was dreaming. It doesnt look like youve been hacked, so do I dare to hope? October 29, 2009 at 1:17 PM.
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Simply Curious Girl: Fear itself....
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A girl. Simply Curious. Simply Insane. And Simply Insatiable. Tuesday, April 6, 2010. I was sitting outside this morning, and a little guy walked by. No wait. Not a little guy. A REALLY little guy. I have never liked midgets. I don't know what scarred me to the point that if I see one, I start to sweat and have to cross the street but it's there. Call me evil, call me prejudice, I don't give a fuck! They SCARE me. Genuine fear, here. What are YOU afraid of? April 6, 2010 at 9:15 AM. Warped Mind of Ron.
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Joey Polanski | Joey's Hole
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A place t stick whatevr ya feel like. Laquo; Older Entries. July 13, 2010. Wifout any effert to ordr or explain em, here are a bunch poemskis I postd at varios blogskis and sites that wernt JPS-affiliatd durin th time th coincident volume o. Poemski: Th Polanski Catalog. Was being compild, and so were nevr linkd to in any edition o. Casey describd th creation of maps,. And dazzld his more mature readrs. In his immaturity, Joey, prhaps,. Endorsd th projecktion of Peters. He causd th girl angels to shout.
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dlightd its done | Joey's Hole
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A place t stick whatevr ya feel like. I know … I know … Th presdential elecktion is OVR. And Im pretty sure that alla yous who routinely visit. The Joey Polanski Show. Is as dlightd as I am at th rsult. But Id be remiss if I let this campaign seasn fade inta memry wifout sharin wif yas one o th best poletickle TV ads I evr seen — its greatness bein due to th sheer artistick brillyance of it. Heres a link to th YouTube vrsion of it. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. January 6...
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lost babys | Joey's Hole
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A place t stick whatevr ya feel like. Laquo; MUST read. Below are 9 poemskis I attachd as coments on a post writtn by a bloggr I wont name, who deletd all th posts on her blogski (includin th one to which these poemskis were attachd) in ordr to start afresh. These 9 poemskis were only one haff of a 18-poemski back-n-forth btween me and Atlas Cerise. So, wifout furthr adoo, here they are:. Atlas dont believe in God,. But Heaven is a place,. Where he, immersd in many fruits,. Licks cumquat from his face.
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Closed: For Momentary Academic
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Tuesday, December 11, 2007. Because she asked me to:. And into the black heart of the Mesa we rode at dusk and believed only in ourselves and only in our home and only in our women. We should not have. And when we leapt out into the desert at midnight and into the mire. Engine railing and wheel spinning. When we tested our selves. And our machines and our endless supply of nerve. Did we find in ourselves. The possibility of legend and the depth of our soul. Into the night and. Were braver than a machine.
