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| Sat, Jun 07 2008 | 300 | Embryology |
Nearing death, I went for some cigarettes on account of the black excuse. The Ethiopian girl, not even twelve, ask me for a dance on the way back. Kids. Probably the same everywhere. 
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| 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.    
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