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|Sat, Jun 07 2008||300||Embryology||
Nearing death, I went for some cigarettes on account of the
The Ethiopian girl, not even twelve, ask me for a
dance on the way back.
Probably the same everywhere.
|Fri, May 16 2008||20||Women||
The problem, as usual,
is what do I do with the cat?
As usual that is, because I have been looking for her
for some years now.
As usual, because yet again reality gave
me less than 24 hours to make a decision.
Thank God I'm quick,
or I will not have the seconds for this writing,
branula and all.
And even have time to dress for the occasion,
given that the sabbath had already landed,
while I was injecting into my vein.
They just told me I had a crab on dad's lefty the other day,
and later dropped it down to fifty,
then straight down to zero,
save a 50 for a cool mill -
not a bad deal at that.
The golden haired angel thinks he just had a fight with me,
because I yelled at him to leave my hospital.
Thirty seconds later she showed behind the corner.
Yet another delirous Jacob.
I think I just started smoking again - for the same reason
he had started smelling life.
The black excuse is not even close.