Spitball Army

Here’s my Halloween mix! he says: I’m Your Boogie Man; Jungle Boogie; Boogie Nights. Thus am I horrified by discotheque spectres.

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First I want to thank you for the nice big pile of Fore & Aft magazines you sent me.

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The e-mail tells me that the guidebook to El Camino de Santiago is waiting at the library. This is how the cash-strapped travel.

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Card is addressed to Mrs. M.L. Tyer, McCrory, Ark. Postmarked in Memphis, Tenn. on Apr 16, 1954, at 7 PM.

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Approximate playing time: 68 minutes.

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Of course the censors don’t allow us to tell where we are but I will say it’s not a bad spot although we are right up in there this time.

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Exhibit 2: The Beatles.

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Wrestling with intangible tsuris at my desk: bills, job, future. At my feet, the cat leaps in joy with his tangible plastic straw.

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We left Australia in the latter part of April and we’re still on our way.

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The neighbor’s cat saunters into my office, onto the desk, and paw-tweets an emoticon: [p\. Just in case his friends are online.

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