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Written by David Wright
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Wednesday, 18 March 2009 16:29 |
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Keesha knows that she has done something wrong, just not what exactly. It is not always easy to do the right thing, especially when rules are unclear. Keesha is old enough to know that running away will only lead to more scoldings from her mother and a hard, stern look from father. Dramatic parental signals remembered well into next week. Running away is never pretty.
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Written by David Wright
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Saturday, 14 February 2009 09:24 |
Over the years porch planks broke from old age, square Mason’s nails were sticking out bent and crooked, and Gallow-grass annuals grew tall through the cracks of the floorboards. It was lucky the house hadn’t burned down years and years ago. A nice Lord knows, if any where some awkward fire could start, it’d be on the front porch where grandma shot grandpa twice with buckshot. Then tried stabbing him with the pick axe by the dusty old woodened planks once she’d realized her shells were gone. Sent him flying, then flying again, fast through mid-air and off Louise’s new front steps. He lived. Landed hard onto the bushes that little Louise had called flowers. Weeds were plants misplaced into an environment where their worth was deemed unwanted, Louise had later learned. “Mi-o, My-O, Mi-o,” she’d always sing. Mio, Michigan was a wonderful place to be born, Louise had always thought.
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Written by Caribou Slim
 Just as a sapless tree will split and decay, so an inflexible force will meet defeat.
The hard and mighty lie beneath the ground, while the tender and weak dance on the breeze above. |
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Thursday, 15 February 2007 11:24 |
Don't worry, you're not gonna fall.
Pete, grab my legs. Got me? Okay, I'm gonna dangle my jacket over the edge of the cliff.
Man, that's not gonna hold him.
Don't worry, dude, it's wool - seriously tough. Okay, we're gonna pull you up. Ready?
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FUCK!
Shit.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Dude! What were you thinking? You said you had him! |
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