If God is dead, you killed Him.



Take a shot at fustian logorrhea:


Them
Label

Location

Words









Egotistic Tendencies
RuthFace
RuthNoise























 
 
Humans
Aaron
Chris
Darren
Goliath
Jeanne
Jo-uh-oh
Jolandi
Jono corecore
Marina
Megsea
Mike
Rach Tea
Reuben the Brother
Tim
Timothy
Val
Yanni


These Might Change Your Life
It's Truth
Relevant
Irrelativity
Colossians Three Sixteen
Burnside Writers Collective
Mcsweeney's
The Haggis-On-Whey World of Unbelievable Brilliance




























Archaic


















Better one handful with tranquility than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
 
Sunday, September 03, 2006  
If you are what you eat, I am Skittles
The ears are feeding on the sound of wind. No, I'm not new age.



ruth is cool. her command of the english language impeccable. her understanding of all things goes deeper than most oil rigs, and she is as beautiful as an arabian princess.

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Mike intended that to be condescending and patronising. I think it's funny.

Anyway, everything around me is slowly, but surely, falling apart. My air con stopped working a few days ago, my phone decided to end its existence this afternoon (suicidal technology), I am in no mood to study for an exam I have to write tomorrow, and there's a funeral to go to tonight. So yes, a chirpy week is ahead.

:-(

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