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me tarzan, you jane
i don’t correct typos. this is an ego issue. and one of faith. what i mean to say is that checking for errors is the work of a lesser man than the iceman and, frankly, i just don’t believe in automated spellcheckers. plus that’s the only thing that keeps my works of art from being [...]
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lost in transformation
for some unexplained reason – though it’s probably because i’m the personification of eternal youth – no one believes i’m 34 if i tell them. which i’m not. but that’s besides the point. of course no one really believes i’m 12 either but just so that i look dumb by association rather than dumb because [...]
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the importance of being. period.
i don’t normally do this, but i got tagged by a very regular visitor, mona. so here goes. five supposedly wierd facts about me.
i chew ice. lots of it. i pile up the cubes till the glass or mug or beaker or whatever is full and then fill in the gaps with sickly sweet pakola [...]
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