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I WAS DUPED.
I was misled. I was taken by hand down the primrose path, and dumped at the end of it with piles of pages and boxes of books, volume upon volume and tome upon tome: so many that I can no longer carry them without causing a debilitating flare-up of my sciatica, which, alas, renders me useless for just about every activity, except reading. 885 more words
One day, taking advantage of having been kept from school by a slight cold, I got out some volumes of art reproductions, which my father had bought back as a souvenir of his foreign travels, and took them to my room, where I looked through them attentively. 908 more words
& i look thru my recent afterdinner Padwriter emails to my PC since last week & find myself reading this — and remember that in yesterday’s post I wrote something about the majority of voters, & some thoughts in the second of these (but you need to read the first to get it) resonates with that, so i’ll post them (not without adding & changing a few things here & there). 1,194 more words
Japanese men have flat chests
And tiny nipples that are very dark,
Their torso is a white foil.
(The pieces of coal that serve as a snowman’s buttons) 45 more words