Spitball Army

Next time: a safety monocle.

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Lists! And none of them are in ranked order. Also, none of the lists include the couple of handfuls of things that I forgot. Here goes: My favorite music of 2010 (the source material for this coming Sunday’s playlist): Mandelring Quartett / Schumann: Piano Quintet Josh Rouse / El Turista I disliked this album at first, […]

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Can you get an idea about what is happening in this work-in-progress by reading its word cloud?

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I’m dreaming in over-saturated colors again.

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You don’t know how much it means to me to know beyond a doubt that you are waiting waiting for me, trusting me and loving me. I feel sorry for those who have no one waiting for them – those that have no one to love.

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Under a spigot, he washes the earth off, carries the bunch inside, presents them to her on one knee. Radish red, not rosy.

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Shakespeare > Dickens > Twain > Jane Austen > Dr. Seuss > JK Rowling > Stephenie Meyer > mommy tweets

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“It has a certain…,” he said, finishing with some French phrase. “Huh?” “You know, a certain quiddity.” It still was Greek to me.

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Though his pusillanimous nature realistically prevented it, he still dreamed of, one day, becoming King of the Forest.

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Top Chef Masters;
Researching my house;
American Masters: The American Novel

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