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Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:53 pm
Nate says...



Don't think, just write.
  





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Thu Jul 22, 2010 5:36 pm
Krupp says...



Truer words have never been spoken.
I'm advertising here: Rosetta...A Determinism of Morality...out May 25th...2010 album of the year, without question.
  





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Fri Jul 23, 2010 6:45 am
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Nate says...



Yes, you are.
Where? Who? What did you say?
Yes, yes, nevermind that.
No, not that. That.
Go there, go here,
Don't go there.
Stop, not there. Here.
Listen, nevermind.
No, no, no.
Over, oh well, not quite.
You're close, nope, nevermind.
Who? That doesn't make sense.
Stop. Put it, no, not there. Here.
Crikey.
  





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Tue Sep 07, 2010 3:37 am
HomelessPorcupine says...



Snickering snickers,
Blowfish's snout,
I tried to stop both,
But was limited by my gout.

Horrendously hindering,
My llama comes in,
For a boy with low experience,
Was this poem flow-in'?
"I can't afford a teddy bear, so I sleep with this contact solution."


Taran: He will not succeed in this. Somehow, we must find a way to escape. We dare not lose hope.

Fflewddur: I agree absolutely, your general idea is excellent; it's only the details that are lacking.
  








It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien