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[Dec. 7th, 2009|08:38 pm] |
along phelps rd. in goleta
liking this place |
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[Dec. 7th, 2009|05:12 am] |
it is a cliche to be surprised by the originality of spam emails, ever since avant-garde artists marveled at billboards, but wow!!! from one email:
The weather seemed warm and sultry. They are only slaves. Living was a hawk in the sky. But there was no mistaking it now. This is too much. Look at him walking. Or coffee in the morning?
But it was more than that. Karkov had told him about those days. The men were standing by their mounts. There are slaves in this place. He went on writing. As last night. She was watching the game. But Golz of all men.
But I didn't mind. How was I gwyne to know it? It was a real pleasure to drive. It's only right. Yet his 235 out. We will see tonight. You dispute it. Being broke had that effect. There is no pay for slave labor. The shield sank a bit.
Zane looked at the stone. The action abated. With this face? And you say even this wasn't all? This battle would soon be over! That was left open. Dazed by the collapse. You're the cowards who started it all! This was the Arizona of the country.
their algorithm plucked and rearranged sentences from literature, so i cut out some of them to make a new story:
The weather seemed warm and sultry. They are only slaves. Living was a hawk in the sky. Karkov had told him about those days. He went on writing.
But I didn't mind. Being broke had that effect. The shield sank a bit. This was the Arizona of the country. |
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[Dec. 6th, 2009|03:18 am] |
magic portal
on whittier dr. in goleta, ca |
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