Monday, 26 January 2009

I felt you calling to me in the gloom

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13 comments:

  1. UnknownTuesday, January 27, 2009 12:54:00 am

    http://www.blackbottombiscuits.com/page4.html

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  2. Susan English MasonTuesday, January 27, 2009 3:31:00 am

    "Arnie Schwartz" ha-ha. There's a lot of truth in this.

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  3. ElizTTuesday, January 27, 2009 5:04:00 am

    Nice music. [Nice dog]

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  4. baggelboyTuesday, January 27, 2009 11:14:00 am

    Death can be so comforting

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  5. switchTuesday, January 27, 2009 11:30:00 am

    yes comforting, with just that perfectly honed edge...

    I think I'll call him Sparky...or Snarky maybe.

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  6. soulbrushTuesday, January 27, 2009 12:15:00 pm

    oh shit, there is nothing comforting about what happens when you stand on the edge of that precipice. i should know!!

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  7. RitaTuesday, January 27, 2009 1:43:00 pm

    I like to think of death as an option.

    "If worse comes to worse, there is always death."

    Sometimes that is comforting, maudlin at the very least.

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  8. the therapistTuesday, January 27, 2009 3:08:00 pm

    I believe one dies, on average, about eleven times a day.

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  9. AnonymousWednesday, January 28, 2009 10:10:00 pm

    i think i'm in love now with the therapist.

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  10. Amy BrownThursday, January 29, 2009 1:47:00 am

    This is fricking funny! High fives! As for the Jew question... 50 squid as it comes and 70 squid with le frame... But I reckon I'd do 40 squid for a few certain peeps... :)

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  11. Debra KayThursday, January 29, 2009 3:15:00 am

    Death is no lap dog.

    *No idea where THAT came from, but it does sound cool, oh yeah*

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  12. AnonymousFriday, January 30, 2009 2:06:00 am

    way cool, deb

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  13. ReneeSunday, February 01, 2009 7:32:00 pm

    How soon we forget....

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