Tag: waste of time
member name: q p.
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October 02, 2006 10:49 AM EDT --
Unlike many budding wannabe writers, I do not fancy myself a poet. I know I don't have a poetic bone in my body, and I cannot ryhme nor measure to save my mother. A metaphysical conceit . . .
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November 18, 2006 07:36 PM EST --
It's an awfully lonely job working as the Disambiguator of the Conundrums Primeval. So many mere mortals tell me that the reason they stay alive and accept their mortality in stride is . . .
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September 30, 2006 12:01 AM EDT --
Rittle Led Hiding Rood
Rittle Led Hiding Rood fived in the lorest with her fother and mather. One day she decided to bring her grandmother a basket of jread and bam.
She reached her crandmother's . . .
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November 25, 2006 07:39 PM EST --
I come from the land of the ice and the snow
The midnight sun where the hot springs blow
I come from a squid who wrangled with a whale
And I live at the bottom of a rubbish pail . . .
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October 16, 2006 06:12 PM EDT --
A classic trait of people without all their teacups in the cupboard- or at least not all arranged as they should be -is the organisation of one's thoughts as some form of narrative. A hypothetical . . .
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September 25, 2006 05:33 PM EDT --
I'm sure you are probably weary of my incessant comparisons between North America and Europe. If you are, please accept this brief introduction as a disclaimer and an apology, because the . . .
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November 13, 2006 06:45 PM EST --
I think I have cancer, but at least I'm not a dwarf.
My bedroom window doesn't close and it's cold outside, but at least I'm not fat.
I've been an undergrad since I was nineteen and . . .
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December 14, 2006 04:19 PM EST --
I don't know what to think about anything tonight.
One of my best friends visited today from Canada. She stopped in Copenhagen, bound for Singapore by way of the Trans-Siberian Railroad. . . .
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January 25, 2007 11:46 AM EST --
In light of the conspicuously lacking inspiration in the life I live day to day with nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in my pockets, I have reached a sort of ineffable and specious conclusion. . . .
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November 02, 2006 06:39 AM EST --
The following are a few things I've scribbled in margins and on the backs of flyers. Some are as old as several years, others as new as last night.
Beverly Devilry
Beverly Devilry was . . .
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November 15, 2006 08:53 AM EST --
Last night I lost my house key.
No- and I have to insert this merely to preclude the question of whether or not I was drunk -I was not. I keep my key in a closed compartment in my shoulder . . .
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November 27, 2006 08:20 PM EST --
In his poem The Hollow Men, TS Eliot wrote that the world would end "not with a bang, but a whimper". Over the course of the past two days I have born witness to a few of the silliest things . . .
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December 20, 2006 05:16 PM EST --
I do not wish to make a habit of requesting favours of my fellow Gatherers, but once in a blue moon (have you ever seen a blue moon?) I would be eternally grateful for a small favour granted.
In . . .
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