~RomaV
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in Other on 5/15/07
in General Fiction on 5/14/07
I Count Twenty Heartbeats Pt.2The trolley lies on its side in the thin stream of clear water, and we lean over the bridge railings to look at it. It feels a bit like looking at bodies at a crash site. Someone is dead, dying, in pain. The victim. The trolley.I Count Twenty Heartbeats Pt.2
Revathi pulls her shoulders back, and her body follows, until she stands akimbo in the middle of the tiny bridge, waiting for me. “Come on,” she says. “Let’s go.”
I hunch over the railing. “It looks so sad,” I say. “How did it get there? Who pushed it in? Why? Were they drunk? Don’t you care?”
“It’s a fucking shopping trolley.” The word swims oddly in her Mallu accent. Revathi
in General Fiction on 5/11/07
Anal FixationLook, people notice you: that's your job. You have appearances to keep up. Keep your self to yourself! and try Colours unclashing. It's easy enough.Anal Fixation
You're not fucking poor - look at you! - It's not like you can't afford to keep Your hands clean, smooth - and for Chrissake Deforest your face. Your body.
The social ladder rises until there's you - Friendship is like that. Like rising hills in the far distance - They roll gently. They are tidy. Messy landscapes
need good gardeners. (And I am yours.)
This will do, for a start, but there's more. No
in Open on 3/6/07
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The lecturer enters, oozing authority and confidence - after all, he mostly talks bollocks so he might as well believe in it. He carries no book or notes, just a bulb horn and a desk bell. He places the bell on a lectern in the centre of the stage and keeps the horn in his hand at all times.
Lecturer: Good evening. I have much to say today, and there shall be no procrastination. I shan’t be expecting you to take it all in, so whenever I say something of particular importance I shall sound this horn (he sounds the horn) and pause briefly for you to write it down. Those of you who were stupid enough to come to
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- Personal Quote: I have a heart of gold. Too bad the rest of me is pure bitch.
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Quick question:
Who's more pathetic?
Soulja Boy or Hurricane Chris? I mean, they're both scrawny rappers with a handful of talent and a bankful of money.
That was random, tres random, probably due to the raro/sherbert mixture I just created.
Music Quote of the Moment:
"The world brought me to my knees, what have you brung you?"
I'll go now.
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Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass away: And thine age shall be clearer than the noonday; thou shalt shine forth, thou shalt be as the morning." ~Job 11:15-17
Thank you for the great reads.
Salaam~
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Perception is a nasty word.
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, I’d turn your bed sheets inside out
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~Lutra
You never know where the heterosexuals are about.
Pie's Reviews
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Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon?
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If I had stealth enough to sneak, Around your house, I’d turn your bed sheets inside out
thanks for the faves!
Good to see you back!
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*checks you out* NICE!!
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< GunShyMartyr > PinkyMcCoversong: o hi asl plz
< PinkyMcCoversong > GunShyMartyr: ask again in a cockney accent
< GunShyMartyr > ELLO daaaahling, what's yah name then. giveus a kiss would ya love? yer eighteen roite?
write!
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Turkish: You take sugar?
Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish. I'm sweet enough.
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"Just an average photographer with a great God." -Ken Duncan
who says ticking a box isn't fancy? It's all in our heads.
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order the smexilious combination of black/white witticisms in batches of a thousand words complementing the plethora of shining images breathed into the blown-glass of poetry that is | mimesis | here.
That was before I was a beta tester. I thought it was something fancy, not like ticking a box.
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and incidentally I wonder if I'm funny. I was thinking of knitting in a little satire, a little bit of "look at you, you're a shameful waste of irony". (Thoughts are important.)
- Me
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order the smexilious combination of black/white witticisms in batches of a thousand words complementing the plethora of shining images breathed into the blown-glass of poetry that is | mimesis | here.
hope all's well at englishdom.
pah.
cheers
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Turkish: You take sugar?
Brick Top: No thank you, Turkish. I'm sweet enough.
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Maybe this world is another planets's hell. - Aldous Huxley
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Egotist: A man of low taste, more interested in himself than in me. - Ambrose Bierce
- Pulse
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