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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: July 2013
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Saturday, 20 July 2013. Langt nede i det dype havet. På en seng av alger og skjell. Blandt fisker og kråkeboller. Han svømmer rundt og spiser. En fisk, en stein, en manet. Det finnes nok ei hans like. På denne lille planet. En dag langt der nede på bunnen. En ubåt han brått fikk se. Han lurte, hva kunne det være? Kjell grunnet en stund på det. Han svømte bort til det nye. Lurte fælt på hva det var. Så bandt han det til et snøre. Og trakk maten hjem til far.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: Kjempeblekkspruten Kjell
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Saturday, 20 July 2013. Langt nede i det dype havet. På en seng av alger og skjell. Blandt fisker og kråkeboller. Han svømmer rundt og spiser. En fisk, en stein, en manet. Det finnes nok ei hans like. På denne lille planet. En dag langt der nede på bunnen. En ubåt han brått fikk se. Han lurte, hva kunne det være? Kjell grunnet en stund på det. Han svømte bort til det nye. Lurte fælt på hva det var. Så bandt han det til et snøre. Og trakk maten hjem til far.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: December 2013
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Sunday, 8 December 2013. I need to get out. Don't know where this road is going. Was there a fork back there. Or is it up ahead. I'll just miss it anyways. Will the world be perfect. Or just another wasted hope? Like a wintry forest. Covered in a blanket of white. Is that where the path goes to? The path is in my head. It wants to break out. If I let it out. To go where it wants. Will you walk it with me? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: 1 year anniversary
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Monday, 19 October 2009. I just noticed that a few days ago it was 1 year since I started the blog. This needs to be celebrated by eating dates. Hurray! Your blog has been added to The List. Muahahahahahaha. 26 October 2009 at 23:02. Also, update more often. 22 November 2009 at 21:28. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I watch too many movies. Random rants and sputtering comments.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: Machines! Hamsters! Polo! Mexico! Where will this end? Are we all going to die?
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Thursday, 16 July 2009. Where will this end? Are we all going to die? Clap, clap, clap. Well done sire, well done. 17 July 2009 at 00:10. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I watch too many movies. Random rants and sputtering comments. Where will this . Bow before me, for I am the Mushroom Man.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: The River
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Tuesday, 23 November 2010. Running rapid then slowly then rapid. Widening, giving life. Amidst the trees a lake so placid. Pulsating vein of the land. Tamed, yet wild. Blessing and bane of Man. Teeming with mills and with works. But not a tear shed. A gift repaid with curses. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I watch too many movies. Random rants and sputtering comments.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: New stuff
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Tuesday, 19 May 2009. This blog now has lists. Lists of cool pages and lists of blogs. Hurray! It might get blog entries too, eventually, but don't hold your breath waiting for that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. I watch too many movies. Random rants and sputtering comments. Combining something good and something bad to make.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: Rescue Party
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Tuesday, 7 October 2008. After discussing books with a friend, and referring him to the story I think is the best I have ever read, I decided to read it anew. It was still as good as the first time even if it lacked the thrill of exploring a new story of that quality. The story in question is a short story by Sir Arthur C. Clarke, called Rescue Party. . Clarke died far too young, may he rest in peace. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: The old man and the mull
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Thursday, 11 March 2010. The old man and the mull. A whale, a whale, gracious as few,. Gliding through the sand. The blubber hunters stand in queue,. Will he stop and make a stand? Onwards, onwards glides the whale. Through the forest now he moves. The trees all bend to give him way,. The beasts hide in the groves. Behold, behold the flying trout,. Swooping down to feast. In the wake of their cruel sport. Remains no bird or beast. Their wings, their wings, coloured crimson.
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge: Obsession
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Bowling Balls Don't Diverge. Tuesday, 25 December 2012. The fires inside, as ice they burn. Devouring, devastating, you'd think I'd learn. The reliefs of sleep evade. As my mind goes on another tirade. I seek the help of the bottle. But as the liquor dries up. All I get is scorn and a throttle. A promise of blackout from every new cup. This obsession, this mess, this pain. For all my sorry wishes. They're all doomed to be wished in vain,. Not be fulfilled by beloved kisses. But by holding you hallowed.
