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 Stop clicking my back. Renew my gym membership, and stick to a regime. Sort out what I want to do in the not-so-distant-future. Finish what I've started on dA. Finish what I've started at home. Learn to organise and prioritise. SPRING-FUCKING-CLEAN. Cheer the fuck up. Keep up with karate. Learn to drive, maybe? Stop fucking swearing quite so fucking much. Slip up one: Bought and ate some Cookie Crisp cereal, forgetting they were mini chocolate chip cookies. Slip up two: Got a Big Mac meal with a chocolate milkshake. Almost did it again, but I caught myself. EPIC MEGA FAIL, APRIL 2ND. MOAR HERSHEYS, PLZ. |
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My English teacher, Mrs. Robinson, always said to start in the middle of something interesting, so here's Peter encased in 50 cubic feet of Jell-O.
It was just like Jack The Ripper, only, this time, Jack was a she, and possibly some form of time-traveller.
Herein lurk delegitimized power structures and epistemological straitjackets and stuff.
But Gran was once again lost in quiet reminiscence, or perhaps her epilepsy.
Monica had exploded, and I had a mystery, and pieces of her pancreas, on my hands.
A lone testicle lay in a barren field.
My fellow Americans, as you know, my foreign policy can be summed up in five words: "Iludium-236 Explosive Space Modulator."
Bill's goiter had burst and it was on my head, Mary thought quietly.
"And that's when I stabbed her in the face," Jake finished. The rest of the support group looked on in horror and abject confusion. They weren't sure what this had to do with testicular cancer, but they knew it had to be bad.
The door dilated1.
1This is in the future, when doors dilate instead of opening the way they do now.
Either the skeleton was a sheila, or some bloke had been sleeping with two silicone balloons on his chest.
The foot delivered an unending holocaust of pain as it rocketed into Zamboni’s crotch.
Anthony’s eyes bulged as we all watched, with languid, infinite slowness, his skull float across the cockpit.
The dawn blushed; not because it was embarrassed (that doesn'’t even make sense), but because light bends funny.
The air hung heavy with the perfume of the circus — elephants, greasepaint and hot buttered chimps.
“BRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” rang the alarm clock, awakening me from my Gamma Hydroxy Butyrate-induced slumber.
Fukutsuru died in 2005 but his frozen sperm lived on for people’s benefit.
FADE IN
EXT. FIELD DAY
COW is standing in the field.
EXT FOREST - DAY
A group of furry brown squirrels run and play in the clearing of a dense thicket. Off to the side, PANDORA the squirrel leans against a tree smoking. Her fur is dyed black, culminating in a purple spike at the top of her head. She takes a drag of her cigarette and squints up at the sun.
It was just like Jack The Ripper, only, this time, Jack was a she, and possibly some form of time-traveller.
Herein lurk delegitimized power structures and epistemological straitjackets and stuff.
But Gran was once again lost in quiet reminiscence, or perhaps her epilepsy.
Monica had exploded, and I had a mystery, and pieces of her pancreas, on my hands.
A lone testicle lay in a barren field.
My fellow Americans, as you know, my foreign policy can be summed up in five words: "Iludium-236 Explosive Space Modulator."
Bill's goiter had burst and it was on my head, Mary thought quietly.
"And that's when I stabbed her in the face," Jake finished. The rest of the support group looked on in horror and abject confusion. They weren't sure what this had to do with testicular cancer, but they knew it had to be bad.
The door dilated1.
1This is in the future, when doors dilate instead of opening the way they do now.
Either the skeleton was a sheila, or some bloke had been sleeping with two silicone balloons on his chest.
The foot delivered an unending holocaust of pain as it rocketed into Zamboni’s crotch.
Anthony’s eyes bulged as we all watched, with languid, infinite slowness, his skull float across the cockpit.
The dawn blushed; not because it was embarrassed (that doesn'’t even make sense), but because light bends funny.
The air hung heavy with the perfume of the circus — elephants, greasepaint and hot buttered chimps.
“BRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” rang the alarm clock, awakening me from my Gamma Hydroxy Butyrate-induced slumber.
Fukutsuru died in 2005 but his frozen sperm lived on for people’s benefit.
FADE IN
EXT. FIELD DAY
COW is standing in the field.
NARRATOR
The cow is sad.
(Pretending to be a mournful cow.)
Mooooooo.
EXT FOREST - DAY
A group of furry brown squirrels run and play in the clearing of a dense thicket. Off to the side, PANDORA the squirrel leans against a tree smoking. Her fur is dyed black, culminating in a purple spike at the top of her head. She takes a drag of her cigarette and squints up at the sun.
PANDORA
My life is a void.
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- Jun 18, 2009 Just a quickie.
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- May 8, 2009 Chat with thezikes/batman
- Jun 3, 2009 CSS Contest Closed
- May 1, 2009 Ho hum.
- Apr 2, 2009 Observations of a Brit.
- Mar 31, 2009 OMG.
- Mar 26, 2009 Well, then. :slow:
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- Mar 13, 2009 i <3 numbers.
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