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July 20, 2005
All Lucid 8 Shuns
They’re getting damn vivid and really. Again, none of the monstrous animations. Just a waving in the wind, a slow steady crawl of all things, a good percentage of which lacking the wherewithal. It’s weird. Auditory, too. Sharp. I didn’t leave the ironed up courtyard where I’d been rused until I ducked into one of the doors and loaded a d, and fired up the smelting operation. In process, I could have sworn to a merry Magdelene mama and her mindful maiden molly that someone said in tones appropriate for someone sitting perp at the nookish breakfast table, “Someone’s pullin’! Yaho†, somebody’s pulling!”
† that indiscriminate taffy pull on the yo, everybody’s a little or highly diferent, like a finger print. more like shoes. or a tattoo, especially those on the foremar or or slope between should.s & back-side of neck (yes, specifically there, winkly wink, he) a personal statement of style.
Posted by peligrito at July 20, 2005 8:19 AM
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