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BillBill was a little kid. He had a nice home. His parents took him out for ice cream sometimes. It was pretty boring for the first eight years or so, but in the last stretch of the ninth, Bill got his law degree, and things heated up. “I won’t forget my lunch,” Bill tells his mother, walking off in his bright red shorts.Bill
Two years later, Bill has the top job. He got shoved up the ladder so fast he could still feel the rocket quietly smoking away in his buttocks. Bill doesn’t wear shorts as much anymore, now. His wife doesn’t like him to. She says, “I won’t take my real clothes off if you won’t
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- Current Residence: 'Bammer
- Interests: Philosophy, writing, music
- Favourite movie: Top Gun
- Favourite band or musician: Gogol Bordello
- Favourite genre of music: The Best
- Favourite artist: Paint can
- Favourite poet or writer: Orson Scott Card
- Favourite photographer: Don't know 'em much
- Favourite style of art: Don't know much
- Operating System: Don't know much...
- MP3 player of choice: MS DOS
- Shell of choice: Seashells by the seashore, or a ten guage.
- Wallpaper of choice: Stuff to cover walls
- Skin of choice: The one I'm wearing
- Favourite game: The one which holds my attention the longest
- Favourite gaming platform: The one which plays my favorite game
- Favourite cartoon character: Can't remember...
- Personal Quote: Quote
- Tools of the Trade: My mind.
- Email: mattsinks@hotmail.com
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Well now, what is it made of, that upsurge of doves that exists between night and time, like a moist ravine?
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Grah, mah, dah.
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Well now, what is it made of, that upsurge of doves that exists between night and time, like a moist ravine?
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Grah, mah, dah.
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Well now, what is it made of, that upsurge of doves that exists between night and time, like a moist ravine?
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