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Call Me Ishmael: September 2007
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Saturday, September 29, 2007. He could smell Oklahoma again - the waft of warm buttery pancakes for breakfast, mama's flowery scent as she moved about the kitchen in a whirlwind of mania, freshly-picked daisies in a vase at the table, and the old, musky smell of his wooden porch. He could even hear grasshoppers bzzzing in the grass, rubbing their legs together with heated vigour. Absent-mindedly, not noticing the man's increasingly-loud breaths, the executioner placed the black cloth bag over his head.
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&__mise.en.garde //: September 2007
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Saturday, September 29, 2007. Whats the point of writing something, of taking all this time and effort to create something, that people never look and never appreciate? Wednesday, September 26, 2007. Like so many other things, it did not matter. This was her brief but bittersweet victory. I made an explicit effort to post this at 11:11 but I missed it. x x. Img src: ACLU/American Civil Liberties Union, 1920 - Present.). Wednesday, September 19, 2007. Xenos ...
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&__mise.en.garde //: Stories and Scripts: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, January 25, 2008. Stories and Scripts: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. TITLE: AN EVENING IN MERCER HOUSE. Those chairs over there. (JIM gestures at the chairs in the left corner of the living room) The needlework on the covers is unraveling. New money would mend it right away. Old money would leave it as it is.' 'I know that,' I told him. Some of my best customers are old money.' (JIM laughs at his own joke). April 21, 2008 at 1:24 AM.
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&__mise.en.garde //: Memories of Murder: Six Feet Under
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, January 25, 2008. Memories of Murder: Six Feet Under. They took him out to the shrubs where they could hide while doing such a dishonest deed. Being rather unintelligent, Kwang-Ho would obviously refrain from denying these allegations. They forced a shovel into his hands and told him to dig. Look at you." Detective Cho Yong-gu utters with disgust. "Hey bastard, give me that! Can't you eve hold a shovel right? You punk. Did you come here to play?
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&__mise.en.garde //: Vultures
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Friday, November 30, 2007. You all make me sick. You're disgusting plagues upon this earth, revolting enough to force a small animal run into oncoming traffic and do you know why? It's because you don't know how to read. Isn't that amusing? FluκεY т y я o. Perhaps their is a reason for their inability to read.can't really judge people if you don't know anything about them. January 18, 2008 at 9:05 AM. I'm right behind ya dayani! January 22, 2008 at 7:25 PM.
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Call Me Ishmael: October 2007
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Saturday, October 20, 2007. Favourite thing about Toronto:. Its vibrant city-life. The hustle and bustle, whether it be at 8AM or 9PM. Saturday, October 13, 2007. Or Republican, same political schmuck). May the fetus you save be gay. That is all.). Friday, October 5, 2007. Apple in the Gutter. Haha, abandoned apple, anyone? This made me giggle. I pictured an old lady with a bag full of apples from the grocery absent-mindedly dropping one as she got off a bus. Don't know why. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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&__mise.en.garde //: ...
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In the true sense of the word, I've grown ugly. Saturday, September 29, 2007. Whats the point of writing something, of taking all this time and effort to create something, that people never look and never appreciate? How do you know nobody looks? Plus, maybe it's just supposed to be for us. Me, myself and I. September 29, 2007 at 9:48 PM. Because.you want a good mark in class? You never know who's looking. I'm lookin' right now =]. January 13, 2008 at 1:40 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
