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March 19 Iraq War Blogswarm: 3/19 Iraq War Blogswarm - Blogs Starting with L
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March 19 Iraq War Blogswarm. Stop the killing. Stop the maiming. Stop the economic and environmental devastation. Bring the troops home. Monday, March 24, 2008. 3/19 Iraq War Blogswarm - Blogs Starting with L. Here are links to the posts from blogs starting with the letter "L," along with brief intros quoted from the posts. Lady That's My Skull:. 5 years in Iraq. Is the view for their future any clearer than the one through this bullet-riddled windshield? END THE WAR - BRING THE TROOPS HOME - REBUILD.
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Hotrocks: 09/06
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No sign of drizzle. I hereby announce that a bit of wake and bake at 10.30am will fuck you up. Which, I hasten to remind you, is good. Very good. I raise an inquisitive eyebrow in your general direction. What a fucking muppet. Anyway, those bottles are fucking shit, and the marketing dillon who started it needs a slap. Walking down the street, sees a friend). "Hey man, hizzle bizzle? Oh it's good, yo, I'm making a lizzle of mizzle". Excellent. I've gotta go so I'll sizzle you lizzle". It is an incredible...
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Hotrocks: 10/05
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Sloths are fucking wicked. Animals, man. They rule. Other than drinking and smoking, another fine quality that should be part of everyone's lives is the desire to be around animals. I can't get enough of the cunts. Anyway, animals are good for the soul, and that is all. Why are all those human cunts staring at me? Posted by Brewski @ 5:19 pm. One cunt to rule them all. Move out of the way, you cunts! Addendum: Ever read Karen Armstrong's 'The History of God'? End of fucking addendum. Piss on that. No...
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Hotrocks: 12/05
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Jojoba' is a fucking great word. Fingers between lips) "Ooohaflabublabflubafluh". Big fish little fish cardboard box. Poised like a cat) "langer! Seriously though, this is not funny anymore. No, no not the blog - oh alright then neither is the blog. Who am I to know? You don't ask a spastic about his thoughts on Descartes either, do you? Yeah, well, next time keep a lid on it, fool. Do you know what I'm looking forward to? I 'spose you didn't really need to know that, did you. Well it's too late now,...
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Hotrocks: 05/06
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Punching people tends to make them fall down. It is about time someone did something. The situation as it stands is absolutely intolerable. "To what do you refer? I hear you say. Why, I refer of course to cunts. There is far too many of them around these days. Everyone babbles on about climate change, the sudden realization of a whole population that knives can be used to stab people, and John Prescott, but what about cunts? We are surrounded by legions of utter ones! Serried ranks of bunches of them!
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Hotrocks: 08/06
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You taking the piss? I should know, I've just driven across the cunt. Not me, strictly speaking, since I don't have a license, but my girlfriend. I just sat next to her getting shitfaced every day and saying things like, "Fuck me, look at that", and "What's this cunt playing at? Ollie, our husky, is now known as 'The Dude'. As long as he's with both myself and my girlfriend nothing phases the cunt. Nicely. People saying 'go figure'! Diners with those pour-in sugar things and bottomless cups of coffee!
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Hotrocks: 01/06
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I need a good fucking slap. The Brewski of old is no more. A life-changing, momentous loss that suspends reality, the world slowed and you drifting through a haze of disbelief, terrified. A chasm opened. I am a small boy again. She was taken by fire, and in these early days I find myself sometimes flinching when I light my cigarette lighter, and I double-check gas ovens. So anyway I thought torturing you with shite would be therapeutic, so on with the wellies you cunts. What are you, some sort of cunt?
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Hotrocks: 02/06
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Get it deyn yer! Recent circumstances dictate that for a while this 'Hotrocks'.abomination, will be 'sporadically shite', rather than the usual 'totally shite every two days' affair. As you fucking may have gathered. That is all for now. Back to Raoul in the studio. Have a suck on this sticky sweet: The Nepalese believe that their dead reside on the Moon. What a mental bunch of mountainous cunts! To shopkeepers and other robbing cunts I keep saying the Chinese for 'good' which is pronounced 'How' (Hao).
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The Numinous Book of Review: Nightwing (1979)
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There is an apocalyptic element to Nightwing. And we all know what happened to that film. In the end, like a midnight version of The Birds. Flits along the edge of your nerves before crashing into the back projection. I liked it. More, I felt it. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Place Calling Itself Jerusalem: by Philip Challi. Children of the Damned (1964). Vacui Magia: by L.S. Johnson. Dukla Prague Away Kit. New lyrics for old songs]. Too Much Horror Fiction. Vault Of Evil: Brit Horror Pulp Plus!
