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junkers jumo: December 2008
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Tuesday, December 2, 2008. Coffee relieves indigestion: rocky's unexpected return* Act1: Misery prefers company. An incredibly boring story courtesy of "The Great Flavonian." . See him prematurely ejaculate! Please read the following segments divided into acts 1-7 entitled :. Coffee Relieves Indigestion: Rocky's unexpected revenge". Act1: Misery seems to prefer company. The scene is thus:. While rubbing the snot onto the sleeve of his coat the man, whose name is paul, sits himself up into a more respecta...
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junkers jumo: Smoker's Oasis *rough draft
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Thursday, April 9, 2009. Smoker's Oasis *rough draft. Do you have the time? I asked politely, he looked at me incomprehensibly before removing his ear phones with a brush of his hand. . He responded impatiently, as if I were but a clueless tourist speaking a foreign language to a local. I repeated my question using the same light tone. . Carry your cell phone, why don't you," he muttered as he dug through his pockets for his Ipod, "12:08, that all? What happened, dude, why you out lookin' for this car?
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junkers jumo: April 2009
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Thursday, April 9, 2009. Smoker's Oasis *rough draft. Do you have the time? I asked politely, he looked at me incomprehensibly before removing his ear phones with a brush of his hand. . He responded impatiently, as if I were but a clueless tourist speaking a foreign language to a local. I repeated my question using the same light tone. . Carry your cell phone, why don't you," he muttered as he dug through his pockets for his Ipod, "12:08, that all? What happened, dude, why you out lookin' for this car?
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junkers jumo: October 2008
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Friday, October 17, 2008. The land of potato soup. Sunday, October 5, 2008. Your name is paul. The first half of the night felt great. you swung that ancient wok up and down, tossing stir fry mix seemed not unlike tossing salad mix. anal. veggies galore, dash of garlic and a tablespoon of water, flavor condensed into vapor all wafting up the hood system and out into the alley. the alley itself smells strongly of sizzling teriyaki sauce and garlic. you know this, right? You grabbed at the dishes, randomly...
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hysterical paroxyms: Walking On Broken Glass
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Sunday, December 16, 2007. Walking On Broken Glass. Not quite as romantic as poets and songwriters would have you believe. Posted by hysterical paroxyms. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Walking On Broken Glass.
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futon revolutionist: January 2008
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008. I got a broken face. In the latter part of 2007, Los Ladrones began an association with Ronin Apparel. Ronin Apparel is a new, artist-based clothing line, focusing on high quality, locally designed wearable art. Los Ladrones and Ronin Apparel believe that they can be an outlet for a deep well of untapped potential on Guam, and foster a local movement of artistic thought that will place Guam on the forefront of the art world on both a national and regional scale. Set a date....
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hysterical paroxyms: Still bathing after all these years
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Friday, June 26, 2009. Still bathing after all these years. Things I drive past on the way home from work, in no particular order:. A large black garbage bag, presumably full of garbage. Three stray dogs, or at least hungry-looking dogs, collarless. One seemingly drunk Chamorro guy, staggering too close to the road. Ghosts. Countless, invisible ghosts. Why do I even bother? I wonder sometimes. Why indeed. The ice is melting, melting," you think, "and all my broken glaciers are drifting away.".
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hysterical paroxyms: June 2009
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Friday, June 26, 2009. Still bathing after all these years. Things I drive past on the way home from work, in no particular order:. A large black garbage bag, presumably full of garbage. Three stray dogs, or at least hungry-looking dogs, collarless. One seemingly drunk Chamorro guy, staggering too close to the road. Ghosts. Countless, invisible ghosts. Why do I even bother? I wonder sometimes. Why indeed. The ice is melting, melting," you think, "and all my broken glaciers are drifting away.".
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hysterical paroxyms: January 2008
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Sunday, January 27, 2008. It's getting dark and the stadium lights are on, light pollution fills the sky. The fog is lit up and it permeates the city, making it that much more difficult to tell the difference between given objects. People and street signs. Through the thickening fog you hear trains. At least these two bastards are out there, somewhere, keeping the city safe. Posted by hysterical paroxyms. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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hysterical paroxyms: Memory lane
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Sunday, April 26, 2009. This weekend was fun, wasn't it? You went to the Dot Dot Dot concert pretty high, and left pretty drunk. Lots of funny faces. You remember it all as a series of blurry photos. Joser was a not-so cowardly lion and was, with Trey, dressed like a garbageman on casual Friday. Royce was a living skeleton. Together, they kicked out the jams and led you up a stairway to heaven. What fun! Something else must've happened. I can't remember. I need to think about it. View my complete profile.
