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on writing chapter five
6.09.2008
Shit or get off the pot, Kid.
I saw a spider fall from my ceiling this morning
and instantly knew that somehow this
angered God more than centuries
of war in His name.
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No Fun Allowed
Another one slips past QC.
The shoe, the thimble, the man on the horse.
On the role of firearms in maintaining a Healthy R...
Keeping up with the Joneses.
Don't bother learning Navajo.
The day the morgue ran out of bags.
Let us return to the days of Kit Carson.
.308 is a fine caliber.
On tailbones and my affinity for walnuts.
(Insert bad fishing pun here.)
Try harder, Picasso.
Ba-deep, ba-deep: that's all, Folks!
Say Anything, but with less John Cusack.
In a fight between me and me, I'd pick me.
On the dangers of women with orange cars.
Once prescribed, but you don't really need them.
Shit or get off the pot, Kid.
You sunk my battleship!
Your mother listens to Coal Chamber.
Slutever.
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