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- Time Travel in the Neighborhood
11:07 AM Nov 21st
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- Seraphina Love - 6:22pm CST 11/18/2009 20in 8lbs 4.5oz Wish I had a pink Havana for each one of you!
6:26 PM Nov 18th
from TwitPic
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You drink in the words, understanding the grammar, not the message. It germinates, provoking unbidden emotional responses at random moments.
10:46 PM Nov 12th
from TwitterBerry
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Our language is tinged with cynicism. Growing up? For what? What responsibilities are these? Staying alive? How ephermal. How like us!
10:00 PM Nov 12th
from TwitterBerry
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Life enroaches: The carefree mirth of our youth is forgotten, the lines on faces destined for laughter transforming into frown wrinkles.
9:59 PM Nov 12th
from TwitterBerry
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@ Unfortunately B-Day hasn't passed. The little one doesn't wanna find new living quarters just yet.
6:09 PM Nov 11th
from web
in reply to deafmaestro
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A drip drop glob fatly catches the brim of his hat and plops on a canvassed shoulder draped with a dying hand. He drags the travois
6:59 AM Nov 10th
from TwitterBerry
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A song it is, threading through the stringy bellows of the artifact as it rusts steadily in desert wind. Particles of sand seem to dance.
6:56 AM Nov 10th
from TwitterBerry
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It is the smell of autumn warm ground, of dry leaves crackling under his tentative tread, that transports him to a childhood half-forgotten.
6:54 AM Nov 10th
from TwitterBerry
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- Stealth boozing
5:11 PM Nov 9th
from TwitPic
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Wiffy on the liffey where raindrops gather on floating leaves the flotsam of a strange dream under a cobalt grey sky. A patchwork of death.
3:01 PM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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Something moves.
6:04 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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It is a strange smelling world, everything reduced to an uniformness, of a strange brown slurry of indetermine consistency. All is still.
6:04 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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A conflict of interest: in the end, it is simple. Failing to agree to disagree, the two differing genetic perspectives simply perish.
6:03 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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Nothing is spared:a genetic religion knows no reluctant convert.Ecosystems thrash as the alien helix tries to insinuate itself in the genome
6:02 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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A series of popping sounds: detachment. The gob splits apart and lands in other villages, in lonely copses, in the bodies of water.
6:00 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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A fission of blood:appendages unnaturally attached to torsos flung apart, entrails stretching like rubberbands in a shaking web of gut flesh
5:59 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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Bouncing down the mountain, the gob of gestalt humanity, punctured with evergreens and gashed by outcroppings, collided with a sheer face.
5:58 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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It rolled to and fro, crushing houses filled with a sepulchural coldness of memories fled in horror. The thing groaned, blinked, tumbling.
5:56 AM Nov 9th
from TwitterBerry
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The mound of patchwork meat rolled through the main street, flickering with torsos and appendages as individuals tried to regain will
5:55 AM Nov 9th
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