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helga von porno: December 2005

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Tales of my fortunes in London involving philosophy time travel heroin addicted granny, prophesy, prostitution, murder, global conspiracy, friends, and personal finances. I am from east germany and fled to england when my parents where murdered and have been living here unofficially since. Tuesday, December 20, 2005. Posted by bloggin the Question @ 11:33 AM. Links to this post. Friday, December 16, 2005. Why is it so frightening? Because it represents a fear that the contemporary adult has for children&...

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helga von porno: September 2006

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Tales of my fortunes in London involving philosophy time travel heroin addicted granny, prophesy, prostitution, murder, global conspiracy, friends, and personal finances. I am from east germany and fled to england when my parents where murdered and have been living here unofficially since. Wednesday, September 13, 2006. Be faithful to one man while he. But here is where I present my argument for Polyandry: the theory that it is men who are faithful and women who have many mates, a male harem. Therefore t...

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helga von porno: April 2006

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Tales of my fortunes in London involving philosophy time travel heroin addicted granny, prophesy, prostitution, murder, global conspiracy, friends, and personal finances. I am from east germany and fled to england when my parents where murdered and have been living here unofficially since. Wednesday, April 19, 2006. The door opened, and the two men, skin-headed and tatooed, let me though the door into the flat behind. Back to business. Posted by bloggin the Question @ 1:18 AM. Links to this post. Spent t...

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helga von porno: February 2006

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Tales of my fortunes in London involving philosophy time travel heroin addicted granny, prophesy, prostitution, murder, global conspiracy, friends, and personal finances. I am from east germany and fled to england when my parents where murdered and have been living here unofficially since. Monday, February 27, 2006. SPACE EXPLORATION DRIVEN BY IDEALISM. You are like a witless rube who praises the flower of a beetroot, without realising that the real thing of beauty lies beneath the surface.". I too am an...

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The Schprock Report: Marathon Bombing

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Was Great Tasting, Now Less Filling. Tuesday, April 23, 2013. It's funny how a solitary man on plank engaged in such a solitary pursuit can be so plugged in to what was going on. All it took was a radio and proximity to an event. If the day wasn't so nice, I would have gone back to the office to catch up on some some work. But it was beautiful, so there I was later that afternoon, up on a plank listening to the radio and the sirens. Posted by mr. schprock at 10:21 AM. Beveridge D. Spenser. Anyway, Ive be...

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The Schprock Report: October 2005

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Was Great Tasting, Now Less Filling. Saturday, October 22, 2005. Well, it’s happened once again: the comments have outshone the post. I wish to thank everyone for their very thoughtful and heartfelt responses to my previous post on homelessness. Everyone had something to offer on this issue and I enjoyed reading them all. How this blog has ever attracted such insightful people I’ll never know, but no one’s ever accused me of turning away a good thing. Glad to have you all aboard. That was very strange&#4...

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The Schprock Report: November 2005

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Was Great Tasting, Now Less Filling. Wednesday, November 30, 2005. It’s nearly 10:00am on a workday and I’m at home with my faithful cat by my side. The whole day stretches out before me like a blank canvas. I can do with it what I want. I can waste time or use it profitably it’s entirely up to me. What a country! Or That job has to go out today, you know. And then there’s: My, everyone seems so stressed today! Perhaps a bit more productivity would make things go smoother. Do you think they’d mind? But t...

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The Schprock Report: Sylvia Plath

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Was Great Tasting, Now Less Filling. Tuesday, September 11, 2012. I just reread The Bell Jar. For the first time in thirty-plus (gasp! Years and then read Plath's biography in Wikipedia. I have to say this: Ted Hughes, the big shot Poet Laureate husband who left her and her two children for another woman is a very, very hard man to like. Yeah, I wasn't there, I didn't know what was going on, blah blah blah. I hate him. I asked one of my daughters if she ever had to read The Bell Jar. There Is No Spoon.

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The Schprock Report: March 2005

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Was Great Tasting, Now Less Filling. Thursday, March 31, 2005. Old, Scary Heads. Unusual is on those rare occasions when I sneak a glance and see the MUMMIFIED REMAINS OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE ONCE BEEN A PRETTY FACE! Nothing makes me jump out of my socks more than that! Name any scary movie you want: The Ring, Jaws, The Exorcist, White Chicks. None of them have that kind of impact. Women like this should have their own music: the pom-pom pom-pom pom-pom. Followed by the shriek! Tuesday, March 29, 2005. PROSEC...

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The Schprock Report: August 2005

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Was Great Tasting, Now Less Filling. Wednesday, August 31, 2005. Wednesday, 4:30 PM, Martha’s Vineyard. At this moment I am seated on a park bench facing the Martha’s Vineyard Camp Meeting Association Tabernacle. It’s true, I really am. I bought a small notebook the other day and I’m scribbling away in it. Of course, later I’ll key this in in the old PowerBook and post it, but let’s consider this a live report, shall we? More fun that way. Shouldn’t it rhyme with something? Tuesday, August 30, 2005.