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    He spit a luigi to the ground.

    Monday, January 18th, 2010

    Food Fight
    Wolferine sat perched atop his motourbike like a frog on a lilypad of the utmost chrome and sexuality. Echoes of winds and quiete desperation of this lonely town flowed thru his hairs like a song from the Blair Witch 2: Book Of Shadows Official Soundtrack (Jive Records). Beneathe his Oakleys his eyes squinted like [...]

    A Smart man; a Crazy man.

    Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

    A Raging Bull
    The restourant was fansy; his suit; all the fansyer. Bobby ReNiro was the name and tough stough was the name of the game he play’d and he play’d it well, like a Jonny Cage in Mortal Combat and its’ subsquint sequels, particulerly Mortal Combat 4. His goatee hanged tot like the shoe of [...]

    Some witch’s hour.

    Saturday, January 31st, 2009

    The Muscle The Bone The Heart
    The seen was set and the seen was thus: ice sculpturs in the shapes of well-bread K9s, lady’s with dimon earings, shandlears like Antartic glacers hanged in the air like Conan-hairs. Pure Hichcockian. Old men dressed in the nines bandied about there conversations of golf swinging, annie-lock breaks, and small [...]

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