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Sep 19, 2004 20:40

Every dance is a formal contract. Sign here, she says. Lick the envelope where the papercut shows through. The rain won't let up so truckloads idle at the nearest rest area. Pushpins. Watermarks. Madagascar on one leg, a glass case for the other. It is filled with imported beer. Tubes deliver most of it. For the rest, the problem is not ( Read more... )

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doomtoday September 20 2004, 03:51:53 UTC
The last line is a great line, and a great ending also.

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chainblinger September 20 2004, 04:21:33 UTC
i'd like you better if you didn't keep friending and unfriending me.

this one time, at diabetes camp. we sang poetry.

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playthefool September 20 2004, 06:15:43 UTC
Hello Penguinboy.

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gtdax September 20 2004, 13:26:17 UTC
For a minute there I thought you sold out and moved on to MySpace.

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tzimisceelspeth September 20 2004, 16:05:56 UTC
why did you add me as a friend?

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gtdax September 20 2004, 16:46:40 UTC
Probably the same reason you read his entry - curiosity.

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tzimisceelspeth September 20 2004, 17:10:06 UTC
Well, take me off please

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gtdax September 20 2004, 18:34:57 UTC
I can't do anything about it...

In the past, he hasn't listened to peoples complaints about removing people from his friends list.

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