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18 October 2006
Ack, writer's block! Please fill this thread with words. Thank you.
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Now go they said and we went as the globe-shattered streetlamps bled yellow light into thumping darkness and the cars and the cars and the trucks and the cars shuddered by with fumes and leaves and dust and even people swirling in the holes in the air they left behind them and still we went further and farther until there was no more road no more street no more rain-wetted boulevard only us and then we stopped and looked down deep down into the river as it swelled below us and we thought we'd jump but we didn't we just stood there water beading on our hair our arms our faces and then we turned away and then we kissed
"(The man) didn't look up the staircase. He shook his head. He wiggled one finger in his ear. He looked around once more then returned to picking his nose... Rock fired a single bullet...It ripped the into the hood's forehead, blasting off the top of his skull... So much for the nose picker!"
Gestalt therapy seems to involve allowing the therapist and client to do just about anything, provided it's therapeutic. I'm finding it a little hard to create a presentation for.
Words words words beans and corn beans and corn. Peanut butter toast in the morning.
*chants* Fried ham fried ham, cheese and baloney, and after the macaroni we'll have hot dogs! chickens! and onions! and then we'll have some more. Fried ham fried ham fried ham.
Well, there's egg and bacon; egg sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg bacon and spam; egg bacon sausage and spam; spam bacon sausage and spam; spam egg spam spam bacon and spam; spam sausage spam spam bacon spam tomato and spam; spam spam spam egg and spam; spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam; or Lobster Thermidor a Crevette with a mornay sauce served in a Provencale manner with shallots and aubergines garnished with truffle pate, brandy and with a fried egg on top and spam.
Nor again is there anyone who loves or pursues or desires to obtain pain of itself, because it is pain, but because occasionally circumstances occur in which toil and pain can procure him some great pleasure. To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?
Leave, she said, barely a whisper spoken. She turned her face to the glass sheen of the window, watching the wind whip the trees into leafy frenzies. He stood still, not sure he heard her, frozen in place. She turned a tear streaked face toward him, twisting a band of gold on her finger, eyes swimming with pools of longing, despair, sadness. He turned toward her, but she slowly shook her head. Sighing heavily, a crushing sadness in his chest, he took his leave. Stepping out into the stormy, ice cold rain and wind, it seared his lungs, clamping off the sob before it began.
My bologna has a first name, it's O-S-C-A-R
My bologna has a second name, it's M-A-Y-E-R
Oh, I love to eat it every day
And if you ask me "why?" I'll say
'Cause Oscar Mayer has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A
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