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american short-timer
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Offensive and sexually explicit content removed. Posted by american short-timer at Friday, September 30, 2005. In the practice of past times, there were instances when the. Head flew clean off. It is said that it is best to cut leaving. A little skin remaining so that it doesn't go off flying in. The direction of the verifying officials. However, at present. It is best to cut clean through. Posted by american short-timer at Wednesday, September 28, 2005. Die Wahrheit wird nur. Word to the wise grasshopper.
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american short-timer
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Severed goat testicle stew. Don't be making jokes along these lines with the local tribesmen under any circumstances, and most definitely not in the appropriate combination of clacks and grunts and spits. You just might be accidentally understood and some poor beast somewhere will have to surrender its manlihood for the pretense of salvaging international relations, or some such shit. Posted by american short-timer at Monday, March 20, 2006. Writing for those who can't. Short - tim er. Word to the wise.
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Annabel: October 2005
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This is a novel in progress. It's on a blog so that I feel the pressure to finish it. Please bear in mind it's a first draft. Saturday, October 29, 2005. And while Alice and Annabel tasted middle class life, refined and filtered twice a week, Tuesdays and Thursdays, 10am till 12, in the company of the delightful Cynthia and Gwendolyn Robertson just a taster at this stage, mind Arthur sat at home and slowly deteriorated. And, to be frank, neither could Alice. She used to ask Cynthia: Cynth, why on ear...
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During the Shimabara Rebellion, his armor being still at the encampment, Shugyo Echizen no kami Tanenao participated in the fight dressed only in hakama and haori. It is said that he died in battle in this attire. Posted by american short-timer at Monday, February 13, 2006. Writing for those who can't. Short - tim er. 1 one nearing the end of a contractual term of service; a military enlistee at the end of a tour. 3 one at the proverbial end of his proverbial rope. See also: Boobus Enlisticatus. Live eac...
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Power always thinks it has a great soul and vast views beyond the comprehension of the weak; and that it is doing God's service when it is violating all his laws.". Posted by american short-timer at Wednesday, August 31, 2005. I regret I have but one life to give for the sake of decadence and indulgence and the pursuit of meaningless nothingness. I wish all of existence could be a pointless orgy of wasteful delight. alas. Posted by american short-timer at Sunday, August 28, 2005. I was at TMC a week afte...
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Annabel: March 2006
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This is a novel in progress. It's on a blog so that I feel the pressure to finish it. Please bear in mind it's a first draft. Thursday, March 16, 2006. The ‘Grammar’ suited Annabel fine. She felt at home with the lower middle and upper working class kids, school uniforms scruffy and awry if present at all, and an ever-present culture of anti-intellectualism. She needed no encouragement to shine at academic work, though. It was easy for her. Stick poor Annabel in a children's home? Several birds killed wi...
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Your Floor Is My Ceiling: Nobody Loves You
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Your Floor Is My Ceiling. Rants and raves of my life. Sunday, March 26, 2006. These are lyrics from a Garbage song called "Nobody Loves You". Not trying to be morbid, just trying to be expressive about an aspect of myself. Watching the days slip by so fast. Knowing our fate has long been cast. Working our fingers to the bone. Cause nobody loves you when you're gone. Coughing up feeling just for you. To find something real to hold on to. But there is a hole inside my heart. You know you'll always be my man.
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Your Floor Is My Ceiling: The Old Office
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Your Floor Is My Ceiling. Rants and raves of my life. Tuesday, February 28, 2006. Posted by Kitxana at 10:47 PM. View my complete profile. Two Sides of Marilyn Monroe. The Abortion Rights Battle: Why Are We Here Again? The Secrets of Truth and Happiness. Funny Quotes from Work. DEprogramming Starter Kit Blog.
