Glen Tenning sat in his hydraglide Thaeroeola operators’ chair. He pressed his fingertips together until they formed a tent of his hands. The triangle of the tent framed his nose. His nose was running, slightly. His nostrils and the bountiful forestation therein detected a trickle of mucous. It was too small to wipe but too…
Monthly Archives: June 2009
This is all wrong.
“What’s this you are writing?” the Great Gaspy snatched the sheaf of paper from my finger with a mighty plowing of festering snot. I plumped in gratification of my own success. For his continued benefit I maintained a tight-lipped, somewhat beaten and guilty look on my wizened visage. Actually my visage was not wizened at…
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- @TheOnion has some kind of 5-page limit and a subscription-only policy now? Is this a joke? What the hell were those ads for?25/11/11 - 6:20 PM
- Alex spent two weeks battling the beavers who'd erected a lodge directly in the spring-fed pond from when his drinking water was drawn.24/11/11 - 8:22 PM
- Breathe the diesel fumes, seabreeze, woodsmoke, emmissions and fog. Arresting and absorbed.01/11/11 - 12:03 AM
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