Gramiscus

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I am the Lord of the Dance. Behold my nimble legs. When I type it echoes in my house because my house is made of hollow rocks and stones and concrete walls. My metaphorical prison is the third rabbit that unbundles my laundry. With the third coming of the noon the flesh of fallen angels and then I said I wouldn't takeout but it's too high in calories.

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Dreadful Spat Club #14

by Gramiscus
11-22-02

I came home that night just to see one of them waiting for me at the door. I was greeted with open arms. He said he was watching me, and thought I did great.


	I think she likes you.


	I think I blew it, Vinnie.

... they knew how to play their cards.


	Did you hear her car screeching out of that parking lot? That didn't sound like love to me.


	That was just your mind playing tricks on you.


	Wait a minute...

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