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So give my eyes to the eye bank, give my blood to the blood bank. Make my hair into switches, put my teeth into rattles, sell my heart to the junkman. Give my spleen to the mayor. Hook my lungs to an engine. Stretch my guts down the avenue. Stick my head on a pike, plug my spine to the third rail, throw my liver and lights to the winner. Grind my nails up with sage and camphor and sell it under the counter. Set my hands in the window as a reminder. Take my name from me and make it a verb. Think of me when you run out of money. Remember me when you fall on the sidewalk. Mention me when they ask you what happened. I am everywhere under your feet. |
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Hey Father, I've been thinking about Hodgman lately. There he is, living out his days in the grayscale wantonness of the Sacramento City Animal Shelter, relying on nourishment from discarded movie ticket stubs and hair donated by the Super Cuts around the corner. It's about time we go rescue this destitute dog, don't you think? After all, Corinthians 6:17 states: "and the Lord spake unto thee: blessed be the man whose animals are taken in solely out of the generosity in one's heart." If the Lord says so, I think it's a good idea to listen. Sincerely, |
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koofsscoops: happy one year possibly best day of my life anniversary!!! Yeah, same here. |
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In the past seven years of love-making he had heard the words "I love you" so many times: from the mouths of widows and children, from prostitutes, family friends, travelers, and adulterous wives. Women said "I love you" without his ever speaking. "The more you love someone," he came to think, "the harder it is to tell them." It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say "I love you". |
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I just wish I could go home.
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1. Jetzt sehe ich wieder die Ereignisse meines Lebens mit rasender Geschwindigkeit um meinen leeren Kopf drehen. 2. Torniamo al'antico e sarà un progresso. summaries of this year, hidden in foreign languages. ....
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1. Does lettuce ever go on hot dogs? 2. What does it mean when someone tells you, "you make me feel like Helen Keller"? 3. Is it true that Canadians have Thanksgiving? If so, do they really stuff the turkeys from their mouths as opposed to...however we do it in the US? 4. How would I go about gaining a lot of weight in my cheeks (carb-face) while maintaining the same rest-of-body appearance? 5. Which variety of Clif bar tastes the worst? 6. Is it justifiable to want nothing more than to NOT go to Austria/France for more than a month? 7. How do you lose weight in your fingers? I'm a 6.5 ring size now, but I want to go back to a 5 like I was in 7th grade. 8. Built-in undergarments in clothing...yes or no? I mean pants too. all clothes, really. anything is possible. |
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Even if you don't think something you did is wrong, it's still a good idea to apologize if you've upset someone by what you've done. Tommorow I must complete a phone interview successfuly in German or else there'll be no going there for free his summer. There's no way to study and nothing to do! Last year when I took it, there were people sneezing and making noise in the background...great. Why doesn't a German girl interview for me? It's not like they would be able to tell...:(
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A lot of people don't know how to keep secrets, like Bryan Holst. He spills them. Everything's alright now, but how frustrating. Tomorrow's Valentines Day, did you hear? I bought a present for Nick Fassett like old times, haha. He better like it! He hates me. The other day he took out a newspaper and burried his face into it when he saw me walking toward him. When I said the usual "Hey!" he said, "Oh, sorry, I didn't see you". Some people can be mean, but it's mostly my own fault because I made fun of him for having a tail. I don't know; it wouldn't be so bad to have a tail. Giraffes and eels use them as their own form of sign language or to indicate their emotions, and scorpions' tails ward off predators. I don't know if I dreamed this or not. |
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This is the beginning of something completley new. So, hooray for volatile beginnings because in them things can become good or bad, interesting or boring, hot or cold, up or down, or pink or purple. This journal, for one, is metaphorically pinkish-purple. And forever metaphorical shall it be!
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