by mark cunningham
We put a lot of time into getting the explosions just right for our anti-war message. The glass didnâ€™t have a logo on it, so I didnâ€™t know which way to hold it when I drank. We learned a thing or two from the seminar on â€œpattern recgonition.â€ I proposed we put the question of individualism up for group vote. Displaying the full range of formal and linguistic experimentation for which I am known, I ordered a Quarter Pounder with no ketchup. The website offered me a chance to win my hair back. The parts are â€œafter marketâ€ but you still have to pay for them. â€œI couldnâ€™t breathe. You could have killed me. That sure brings back memories.â€ The aliens achieved wide-spread acceptance only after the altered their death ray so that it turned everything to bacon. 99% perspiration, 1% sweat.
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I was surprized this didn’t get any comments. It kind of lost steam when it bit into the burger, but I enjoyed it.
definitely changed at the burger…like two doors on the same hinge. yet it is rather surreal, like the dream of a sequence of similar events having hit the sativa just before bed…in which case, two doors on the same hinge could be achieved.