Saturday Nov 23, 2002

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We must kill them pig after pig, sow after sow, I watched a pig apply lipstick with a straight razor thats my dream, thats my nightmare.

The pigs in lipstick are coming...

....the horror...the horror...
boxterjulep:
oink ?
tetsuoshima41:
Patience and all will be revieled.

Tuesday Nov 19, 2002

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Just for today flip your perceptions and see the sky as down and the ground as up.

Interesting sensation isnt it?
marla:
not really but thanks
tetsuoshima41:
Try it while standing on your head.

Monday Nov 18, 2002

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My kingdom for a pair of good fitting trousers.

Is that too much to ask, CURSE MY ODD NUMBERED WAIST!!!

Friday Nov 15, 2002

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Thoughts drifting through the cassum of my mind slowly begin to settle on the memory of my father, not because of any particular date or situation just because. Before it would have been filled with the unanswerable 'what could have beens? rather than what was. My continual eveloution as a person has lead to this shift in attitude and the fond memories appear and fade...
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ratsonjulia:
my father died when I was a year old (aneurism while jogging)--he was a year older than I am now. I never got to know him (tho mom told me time & time again that I look & act just like him.)

our lives are filled with hungry ghosts.

selah.

Wednesday Nov 13, 2002

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There i was tied to a chair with rats nawwing at the cheese stapled to my scrotum, a demented gnome hammering chisels under my finger nails getting ready to slice my corneas with a razor blade because he wants me to cry claret.

I only have myself to blame i did try and steal his fishing rod and toadstool.
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tetsuoshima41:
I was so drunk during that world cup and i dont even like Rugby, but it has taken me to Paris and Dublin. Never abroad with someones parents and 8 other people, democracy is not the chosen word.

The little bastard getting his own way *mutter mutter*.
boxterjulep:
fucking gnomes.

Sunday Nov 10, 2002

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There I was during the great Badger Weasel war of 86, croutched down in my Fox hole I could hear them all around me, Weasels to the left Badgers to the right. My only weapon was my lucky shovel, my only way out was to dig, thankfully I managed to dig to safety.

But then, I was a Mole.
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boxterjulep:
christ almighty! i was a part-time mole up until yesterday when i became an invisible man.
tetsuoshima41:
The Rats stayed neutral a bit like the Swiss although they were implicated in the massacre at Steaming Mound. Rattus Rattus so great they named them twice.

Panic attacks are a terribly affliction intelligence has given the human race, you dont see deer throwing up because they have to go eat grass all day.