Saturday, February 23, 2008

'Sincerely, Thomas Waters LeMayne.'
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'I was wondering, right then, why I had ever thought there was something beyond the quickly fading present to represent what life is. Only the past, I realized, lingers.'
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'I had fully expected the scene to be different. As it turned out, I enjoyed this one more. There was broad lightning in the valley below.'
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Friday, February 08, 2008

'The corners of Costuluthe, like the etchings on glass in some museum for the blind, were everywhere covered with the vulgar images of this time and place..."Yeah! But I like it!", the funny man said.'
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'The Big Time! My ma'am to your ma'am, and stupidity took a bow.'
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'Juiced like a figment, of mind, of source and doubt - my Maidenform Fountain at the jingle of time held on to reality ONLY by the thinnest thread.'
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