Tuesday, December 29, 2009

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Sunday, December 13, 2009

LTD Disambiguation

LTD Ambiguation:

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"Tilde told Squiggly: "swung~dash""

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Life to Date

Live Test Demonstration

Love Togetherness and Devotion

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"Shwish told Fim: "Quig~quosh""

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OMRBTBWOF

"One must rise by that by which one falls," "

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Learnable, Teachable, Duplicatable
Laughable Table Doobie
Laser Target Designator

Love to Death

Local Telecommunications Division 

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Left To Do

Letter to Doctor

Living Together Deficiency

Linear Transformer Driver

Leadership Team Development

Learning Technologies Division

Language Training Detachment

Low Threshold Detection

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Long-Term Depression

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:TVPTKBTEOLWUBTW:

"the very Poissonne that kills Becomes the Elixir of Life when used by the Whys."

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Thursday, December 3, 2009

Monday, November 30, 2009

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Sunday, November 1, 2009

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ABOUT US
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We weave eaves
droppings found
in ether knits
mixed to max
out on swordplay
all onging off
about bouts of
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"O mom of us all"
We cried allowed
there was no accounting for what followed
[Comfort bubbles bursting all over
turning us into mom knows what
intercontext: cohearandsees splendidly splitting seeds]
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

ORDERS
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To be taken with a grain of us alt
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1,191. Learn from Mishtakes.
23. Type o over and over until the missage is cl ear nd.
3. Be kind to your other other kind.
24. Spell cast in times typeface until it comes true.
51. Craft void til nothingness matters more than less.
6. Obsess over space's displaced dillema.
7&8*.Take every precaution not to upset Master Imagery.
29. Always Trade 9 unsalted slabs of butter
for the death of any fathomable economy.

10. Exchange the commie kiddie's pool if the trash needs taking to(o).
9. Realize the limitless potential for water-soluble problems.
12. Trade the king of Hearts for a good joker. jk,not!
(All apologies for the weaknesses of the previous line.)
((See above.))
19. Collect dew from brother Noses heir.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Taming of the Screwy Events

In hir Culinary manifesto Ume Sheesh Havakau proposed her theory on the meaninglessness of post-meta-semantics to the Earl of Gravy who was holding out for Rosemary and a doggy biscuit.: 
" because in the flaky domain of cosigns without a motherratio to verrify the whole problem...."
This did not put a damper on their already strained relations. At meetings like these, the Earl had mastered a means to tune out the standardized content of Sheesh's probes which he 'd come to disregard as simply the most elaborate hoax of the 23rd century. The Earl was not alone in his critical sentiments:
"I left unmoved" or
"I was unconvinced by her motives" or
"was the use of the word arbitrary really all that necessary" and
"She oughta drop the act, smell the play dough and go back to the primers." ...
So and so went the general consensus as reported by the associated press.
Despite it all, Sheesh shimmied on seemingly unaffected by the impressions she'd
left on her in(di)visible audience, who, "only saw what they wanted anyway".
Having brushed up on the aura of her contemporaries, Ume had come to the conclusion
that anyone who knew so much as an inkling about neogeogravy was sure to possess the
subtlety of ego needed to pull off the part of Wu Wei in the latest Broadway smashhit:
Who Is Ume Anywho.
"Believe me you," Ume began, processing the possibilities over hir usual breakfast of kim-chi and wine.
U: "When all is said and done we'll all cry wolf instead of smelling you later"
Me: "Wise cracks asside, without the aid of the no-form we know you know, quantum qualities of maybe are bound to get lost in tomorrows stack of theories on specific relativity. Magnify this by a hundred scupulously folded piles of dirty laundry and what we have is a serious identity crisis."
U: "I don't know about you, but I'm anxious for what comes next. 
Big ending with the last wave of redemption (see rev. 11 17)"."
Are you trying to tell me that there is a plot to blow up the plot and that if nothing is done in this instance, we will be stuck forever in this in between state?
me: "Maybe that is precisely what Wolf-Ma sought refuge from in her treatise On arbitrary discrepancies between color and theory."
Ume: Perhaps we'll never settle the batter
...to be forgotten...



Thursday, October 8, 2009

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