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carpet
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burden
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This is getting bad. Things are snowballing, m'boy. And I haven't added very much to my essay, either.
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010519
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burden
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Does this do anything? Just a test.
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010519
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burden
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Hmmm... you can't make anything bold, I guess.
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010519
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yoink
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word up
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010519
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yoink
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Elsinore=our town
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010519
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yoink
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in the immortal words of silkk the shocker, it ain't my fault
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010519
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burden
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It must be someone else's fault, then. I bet it's Lisa Cinquegrani's fault!
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010519
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yoink
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how polite of you to place names like that on this lovely little page. i'm sure ms. lisa, living in sacramento, would really enjoy that.
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010519
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yoink
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"this isn't a fucking message board" hehehehhohohohohohohhahahheheheheihihih
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010519
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burden
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She's in Sacramento now? The bay area was never really her 'thing', I suppose.
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010519
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yoink
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but mango, you told me that you would bring me treats, now go change my urinal cake and clean the ring of poop from around my toilet bowl
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010519
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burden
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So utilitarian, cute in its pixels. Tick. Maybe I should touch it anyway. It glows. Maybe you should kiss my fuckin' ass.
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010519
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burden
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Do you want to borrow my shovel?
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010519
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yoink
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kiss my ass at the pawn shop, where many a hellish emblem is for sale. if you follow the wood grain correctly, you will see how easily it all fits together, and in the immortal words of Tool, "There's no love in fear."
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010519
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yoink
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i went outside today it was beautiful i saw a bird climb into a stoplight pole thing it had a nest in there confusing, odd, yet very beautiful even the haze was inspiring. the air was sticky, but fresh. life is good
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010519
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m_e
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i'm guessing you finished your speck?
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010520
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yoink
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no, fuck that bitch
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010520
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burden
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What, us complete work before the last possible second?
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010520
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yoink
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my rough is done, man, what horrible piece of crap. dear lord, let me get a 70, please?
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010520
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burden
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I realized today my ability to avoid things. I am so blurry. My mom said that I couldn't be up past ten. I laughed. Well, I suppose this is our last big piece of crap for this year, eh, kids? I can't wait until fall. We certainly won't have any long research papers to write.
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010520
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yoink
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~~~future college dropout
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010520
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yoink
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um, yes. i told the one about this place. the one will visit one day. i am scared, oh yes, i am scared i think i'm going to go back to watching that fight
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010521
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redneckk
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the fight? oh yeah bitch, me an you!
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010521
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m_e
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who's the one?
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010521
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m_e
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don't stain it.
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010521
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m_e
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makes me feel like worms live underneath my skin, in my intestines. *shiver. it bothers me that i am at a loss for ambition. what do i have to be ambitious about anyway. this is worthless. i quit. wait, no, i don’t. i wish i were that strong. you know, the ones who claim to be that strong are the weakest. the ones who say nothing prevail. i guess that’ll never be me. ps: the thought of miss married-holier-than-thou-art-chunk makes sorry for wisconsinites. no wonder they drink so much.
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010521
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m_e
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*makes me sorry
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010521
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m_e
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writing can get old real quick. but, i promise, the real punishment is no work at all.
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010521
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burden
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It needs to be vacuumed, methinks.
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010522
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burden
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What's the whole "married-holier-than-thou-art-chunk-donkey-brontosaurus-glundy" thing about? I think I put additional words in there.
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010522
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m_e
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i'm just venting. i'm attempting to remain semi-nice while others try to alter my happiness.
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010522
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burden
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But who is the person? It might be who I think it is, or it might not be. Ehhh, I guess you can just tell me tomorrow, if you want to.
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010522
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burden
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I am snapping up small fragments from the jungle of berber beneath my measured hand. Clean clean clean... and I didn't need an Oreck, much less a Hoover.
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010530
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yoink
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small pieces of uninspired fabric make up my life. the fabric is nylon and polyester. hardly inspiring at all. well, that's me. unless you turn off the lights, baby
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010531
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munching
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010531
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burden
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New color.
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010624
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baby satan
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the carpet kick-- an erratic dance routine perfected by jeremy groken in dubbke dubbke. adapted by many students as a method of stuffing books and things into their pathetic lockers. or people. into people.
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010625
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burden
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Do explain further, baby satan. What is 'dubbke dubbke'?
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010625
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Casey
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If I had a flying carpet, I would fly on it
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010625
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baby satan
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dubbke_dubbke
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010625
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ever dumbening
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john's cleaning lady at bei_wai used to mop his carpet he gave up trying to stop her i wonder if she thought that americans wanted their carpets mopped
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011118
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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