Monday, January 8, 2007

More spam literature

I just said those clunks are driving me crazy, and then, in almost no time at all, presto chango, when it comes to Pauls left thumb, now you see it and now you dont.
"Shut up, stupid,she hissed, and then his hands were pinned behind him, and just as he heard the click of the handcuffs, he also heard a car turning into the driveway.
Geoffrey went back inside, already forgetting the doctors odd remark, already chalking Shinnys equally odd behavior off to age, weariless, and his own sort of grief.
As she fell this time her head twisted at an angle and he saw her eyes looking at him with an expression that was questioning and somehow terrible: What happened, Paul?

Eat your heart out, Burroughs. EAT IT!

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