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Dog, dog, dog, dooooooooooooooog, dog-dog!

A conversation heard on a street where well-dressed people tend to walk:

"Hey, did you hear about the new Vompatti release?"
"You mean the one where he actually sings and reads his poetry? I got it the first day it was out."
"No way! And I have to wait until September to get money for it."
"Didn't you hear? You can download it for FREE!!!"
"For FREE?!! That's awesome!"
"I know! I got so excited I downloaded five (5) copies, one for me and one for my secretary."
"So what are the other three for?"
"They're just in case I wear out my copy. It's so stunning I can't stop listening to it!"
"I hear you! Vompatti sure is the grandest poet of our generation."
"Yeah! I'd even venture to say he's the greatest poet since Blake."
"I haven't read any Blake, but he can't be better than Vompatti!"
"Believe it or not, he is! You should read The Marriage of..."

At this point the conversation got uninteresting for my ears.

It reminds me of that Lithuanian poet: his name is written on the board before your eyes in scented letters. Of course you won't sense it until you recover from coma swearing revenge on the bad guy who did this to you and who sometimes wears a leather jacket. Autumn is here soon, and so is the red moon.

Jackrabbit, jackhammer, what's the difference, really?

I just realized that much can be said about shelving.

Pork Archives!

I used to have this habit: whenever I felt bored, lonely, bored, hungry or simply bored, I dug up an old "Just for Fun"-thread and posted something like: "I thought I'd revive this revive this thread etc. etc." The thing is, now the old threads have been closed so there's nothing to dig up ! ! !

I know what you're thinking: I could create a new pointless thread. But the thing is, whenever I'm bored I don't feel like creating anything...

THE ABOVE TEXT IS NONSENSE - > JUST IGNORE IT.

There are shoes in my dream. A blonde girl wears them... and the moon, oh the moon ! ! !
               night night night night night night night night heroes of might and magic...
and I wear those shoes too... brown shoes... black shoes... black blues...
                                                        sterling silver spoon sells for a dinar
                                       may I offer you a dinar, baby ? ? ? your hair is like a wheat field in my eyes (s h a r p ! ! !)
         THERE CANNOt be a transparent white.
  
      Why ? ? ?
                                       why?
                                                                       w h y ?
                                                                                                        why?
                                                    WHY?

            can there be a transparent black?
 there are see-through white clothes, aren't there ? ? ?
                                                   but: are they really transparent ?
              aren't they partly white, partly transparent?
                                   
                           BUT:
                                                 can't I see what's printed on the other side of a white paper?
                                    does this mean the paper is transparent white?
           (the word 'transparent' has a different meaning than the word 'see-through'.
                                                                  'transparent' is more like 'bright.)
                       Imagine transparent red glass.

 NOW IMAGINE transparent white glass.

                                                             the above text is nonsense. you read it anyway. think about this for a
while and you'll feel slightly nauseous . . .
                                                                                                       eventually . . . . . . . .

I can name you any day if I like.

Cursors, or curious?