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Unconscious Mutterings

In go the words provided by pea, they are jumbled up in the tumble dryer of my mind, and they are spat out with metaphorical lint attached, in the form of free associations.

Yea verily. That is indeed how it works.

srah - Monday, 9 January 2006 - 12:40 PM
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Comments (8)

gravatar chrispy - January 10, 2006 - 8:26 AM - ℓ

That got out of control, srah! You've gotta keep your head on a swivel when you get into a cockfight!

Srah, you killed a man with a trident!

gravatar srah - January 10, 2006 - 9:02 AM - ℓ

I love... lamp.

gravatar chrispy - January 13, 2006 - 8:20 AM - ℓ

I DON'T KNOW WHY WE'RE YELLING.

gravatar srah - January 13, 2006 - 9:25 AM - ℓ

Hey, everybody! Come see how good I look!

gravatar chrispy - January 13, 2006 - 11:38 AM - ℓ

Well, when in rome...

gravatar srah - January 13, 2006 - 11:59 AM - ℓ

I'll have three fingers of Glenlivet with a little bit of pepper. And some cheese.

gravatar chrispy - January 13, 2006 - 1:10 PM - ℓ

Hey aqualung....

gravatar srah - January 13, 2006 - 1:14 PM - ℓ

I'm riding a furry tractor!

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