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- Heifer whines could be human cries
- Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shoo...
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- And on the third day, Christ recanted
- Zap me up, Scotty!
- Oh, she's changed
- Merionne, airport security supervisor (22), Harlin...
- all blue in the distance
- Hand in glove, the sun shines out of our behinds. ...
- What we know
- Finchley Road, 6:45 pm
- Flirting
- Problems with signifying
- Yama yama yama yama yama yama, boredom boredom bor...
- Comfortless unconfessed of them
- Self-loathing
- Ashwood: the University of Life!
- Another way to count down the years, weeks and day...
- Divine retribution
- Think you're a complex and fascinating enigma? Thi...
- Perspective is all
- Counter-transference
- And if the day came when I felt a natural emotion,...
- How JDate works
- It is the gibbous, mirrored eye of an insect
- Short people got no reason to live
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5 comments:
Sometimes I feel for your therapist then other times I think he is happily living the life he hates.
What if our bodies evolved to serve our consciouness? It would haul it around, feed it, etc. so it could go about plotting and scheming. Heck, if I were a disembodied consciousness, I'd want to figure out how to have me some sex!
Nu. No English equivalent.
Though attempts have been made.
nu=sooo? (get on with it)
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