h a l f b a k e r yA riddle wrapped in a mystery inside a rich, flaky crust
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Regardless of former physical status, writer, god, designer, inventor,
Say : NAME : 'EYE NO. MI-RIGHTS'
a personal entitity reclaims lost fame and glory, and desperately wants the richness of family life with offspring, a colourfull/white picket fence around a vast lawn, a cow, a horse and some
sheep.
The prostesis interconnects loin muscles and glands of the decomposing body, to former splendor and happiness,
satisfying Bonny Many-A-Lass, the local strip joint waitress/dancer/'shop'-keeper, to a level of her thoughtfull consideration of yielding yet another embryo.
Not a gene modifier, but a contraption that connects genes of many times between, object to possible a will of an oil-baron, or 'burger-king/Mogul'.
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not sure I'm with you on this (thank goodness) |
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Prostesis = Prosthetic Prostate |
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//This user account was destroyed in a disk crash in October 2004.// |
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Some things, when they're gone, it's best they just stay gone. |
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I'm guessing that this is a problem that exists in the heads of the people who do not have it. |
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It's the 'decomposing body' element which adds that essential touch of extreme paraphilia. |
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So, um, Viagra for zombies? |
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Hey, c'mon [beanangel]—one account per person, not
per personality. |
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Interesting; this Idea is not what I expected from the title,
nor is it what I hoped it wouldn't be. I think the fact that it
is
sheer gibberish takes a sideline to this phenomena of
titular-anticipation athematism. |
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//this Idea is not what I expected from the title// |
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Well, I didn't expect the incomprehesible rambling of an
obvious lunatic, but in retrospect I probably should have. |
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After all, it takes one to know one (semicolon right-hand
parenthesis). |
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This makes perfect sense to me. |
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Hang on - what am I drinking here? |
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What color is it? If it's a lurid green, it's either
absinthe or antifreeze. Either way, you might as
well keep drinking. |
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Is "lurid" brighter than "sickly"? |
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Sickly is more a tone than a shade. |
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[ytk] made me laugh very loud and hard on this one.
Keep this shit idea forever, just to read those annos.
HA! |
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