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Glassand there she was staring at him right through the car window the woman of his dreams twenty years late and awake

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Feb 24, 2010

WordIn the Beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the World was Odd. In the End was the Absurd and the Word was translated and the Meaning was Lost. In the Meantime was the Blurb and the Blurb was simple and the People spoke in riddles.

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Feb 22, 2010

LossIt was in blue jeans and a blue shirt lying on a blue bed that it remembered me of Gatsby in his white suit with his white car and his white house and it's important not to cry I mean, you have to cry.

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Feb 22, 2010

SogIn walked the manmade entirely of Graham Crackers."Get out," I said, "this is my room."But he wouldn't leave,So I threw the milk at him.

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Feb 22, 2010

XNaked, she was naked / though her clothes were quite the fashion, / (but naked, she looked naked

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Feb 4, 2010

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