Fat Free Milk

I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.

3/29/08

The New World...

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In sunshine I squint and seek shadows In darkness I wish for illumination When I write I write like an asshole Ummm...that's it.
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3/24/08

To My Own Private China...

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I dig all day and get very tired. I know that I can work harder but I'm lazy, wistfully nostalgic and have a hard time focusing. When I ...
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3/20/08

Cocoon...

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I can't recall the last time that I got out of this sprawling, ghost-infested, sad, sad little place. Time to go.
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Try Harder...

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3/18/08

MINE...

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3/17/08

(used with no permission)

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ELVIRA No--I’ll grant you, that’s foul: well played lad. But, no, this rank bouquet is far more pungent. Smells like sweat, tears, blood and...
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The People On The Bus part one...

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Me. I was eighteen. That was a long time ago, I think. Maybe not that long. 365 days pass and then we allocate another point to the interna...
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Oh, Kundun...

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One cent for every hour of my working minimum wage is yours.
3/14/08

god(s)bewithye

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I am messy Disorganized Moody Distracted easily A five year old An idiot savant Nerdy Remorseful Hopeful Hopeless And remorseless Stuck And ...
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3/11/08

Enders Game...

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I had a joke about low gravity, dropping things on your foot and The International Space Station - but I lost it. I think it was lame anyway...
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