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- Colby
- New York, NY
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- It just is
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- Things that pass for funny in the Panhandle
- The Rolling Stones Song of the Week
- Things you might not know about me
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- Sold my soul at the company store
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- Penguins are so sensitive ...
- My Ship(ping) has come in
- I'll Fly Away
- Broken back to the ceiling
- The complete list of things I consistently love mo...
- Hey! Good news!
- This is not for you
- Just wondering
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- This is saying something
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- Life in a post Joe Borowski world: Day 1
- News of the Day
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- Two riders were approaching, and the wind began to...
- How does one shear a rear derailleur?
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- I got id (and also ego and superego)
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- Is there anything worse
- Things I will actually miss about Austin
- If my week was some dork's tattoo ...
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- Say, aren't you in town from New York?
- That's where you live
- Spirit war
- Horse straits
- Right on, Bob FM
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2 comments:
I, for one, welcome our new tuxedo-clad overlords.
She passed the time quietly in a world of her own in which she was surrounded as far as the eye could see with old cabin trunks full of past memories in which she rummaged with great curiosity, and sometimes bewilderment.
Or, at least, about a tenth of the cabin trunks were full of vivid, and often painful or uncomfortable memories of her past life; the other nine-tenths were full of penguins, which surprised her. Insofar as she recognised at all that she was dreaming, she realised that she must be exploring her own subconscious mind.
She had heard it said that humans are supposed only to use about a tenth of their brains, and that no one was very clear what the other nine-tenths were for, but she had certainly never heard it suggested that they were used for storing penguins.
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