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Mario said he was pretty sure that Australia was a continent.
in the Betty Stove/Venus Williams power-game tradition,
that her real love and passion was modern interpretive dance,
The U.S.S. Millicent revealed that she’d accepted a scholarship to E.T.A. at age nine for the sole reason of getting away from her father.
Her mother had left home when the U.S.S. Millicent was only five, running off very abruptly with a man sent by what had then been called Con-Edison to do a free home-energy-efficiency assessment.
Mario says violet’s really the U.S.S. Millicent’s color.
U.S.S. Millicent asked Mario if he’d ever seen a girl’s yin-yang before.
She’d had a voluptuous figure even at eight, she told Mario, but the Old Man was in a whole different-sized ballpark altogether.
Her literal term for it was ‘yin-yang.’
That’s when she knew she had to get away, she said.
warn the U.S.S.M.K. that he was incredibly ticklish in the area of the bellybutton and directly below.
The U.S.S. Millicent Kent was saying there was no way Mario could be any more nervous than she was about what was happening between them.
wrapped one arm around his shoulder for leverage and forced her other hand up under the hem of the tight vest and then down inside the trousers and briefs, rooting for a penis,
Also, does this quote “anti”-Entertainment the film’s director supposedly made to counter the lethality: does it really also exist;
Steeply used a technical interviewer’s device of pretending to occupy himself with small physical chores of preening and hygiene, delaying, to have Marathe elaborate himself more fully.
Marathe’s wife was dying slowly of ventricular restenosis. 48 He thought: die twice.
Marathe listened to Steeply be silent.
‘And the Lord said: Let not the weight thou wouldst pull to thyself exceed thine own weight.’
His tongue is little and rough but feels good, like a kitty’s.
Everyone should get at least one good look at the eyes of a man who finds himself rising toward what he wants to pull down to himself.
His name is supposedly Lyle.
Stokely Darkstar just got freetested again at the Fenway and confirmed a big Boot 8.8 hes’ got the Virus for sure
if he was going down he didnt’ give a shit and wasnt’ going to give a shit if he gave some others the Virus thru trancemission
dont’ use works off Stokely Darkstar no matter how sick you are even if your’ dyn...
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I have a cold super station about Poor Tony not wining while he makes like he has to cusually piss
isnt’ looking around with interst or anything like that
And so I admit it I yrstruly did yrstruly purplously let C tie off and boot up first while I still cooked up, I did cook up unusally slow,
Poor Tony later conceited admitting Susan T. Cheese helped a Worcester fag get over on Wo for a fronted bundle in autum is why.
And all three bundles Wo give us in slope news was Hotshots. Laced.
yrstruly I and PT thearized it was Drano with the blue like glittershit a...
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downhegoes flopping with his heels pouning on the metal of the blowergrate and hes’ at his throat with his hands tearing at him self in the most fucked up fashions
blood and bloody materil is coming out Cs’ mouth
its’ a sure sign of Drano, blood is and Cs’ eyes get beesly and bulge and hes’ cryng blood into the feathers in his mouth
And C turned lightblue and bit thru the snakes’ head and died for keeps
how could Wo know what bundle wed’ cook up outof first so all three bundles must be Hot
Cs’ head made a fucked up sound when it hit the empty bottom
said he said he had no inkling that beast Wo was that vindicative
the Guy Who Didn’t Even Use His First Name—opened
He sometimes, the founder, in the House’s early days, required incoming residents to attempt to eat rocks—as in like rocks from the ground—to demonstrate their willingness to go to any lengths for the gift of sobriety.
the nameless founder’s death of a cerebral hemorrhage at age sixty-eight went unremarked outside the Boston AA community.
@ FOUR YEARS AFTER THE DEMISE OF BROADCAST TELEVISION, ONE YEAR AFTER DR. JAMES O. INCANDENZA PASSED FROM THIS LIFE,
It turned out that there was something terribly stressful about visual telephone interfaces that hadn’t been stressful at all about voice-only interfaces.
Good old traditional audio-only phone conversations allowed you to presume that the person on the other end was paying complete attention to you while also permitting you not to have to pay anything even close to complete attention to her.
all while seeming to be right there attending closely to the voice on the phone.
you were somehow never haunted by the suspicion that the person on the other end’s attention might be similarly divided.
it would be like being able both to lie and to trust other people at the same time.
Those callers who out of unconscious habit succumbed to fuguelike doodling or pants-crease-adjustment now came off looking rude, absentminded, or childishly self-absorbed.
which consumers began to see were less like having the good old phone ring than having the doorbell ring and having to throw on clothes and attach prostheses and do hair-checks in the foyer mirror before answering the door.
ominous 71% of senior-citizen respondents specifically comparing their video-faces to that of Richard Nixon during the Nixon-Kennedy debates of B.S. 1960.
Video-Physiognomic Dysphoria (or VPD)
