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Subject:sad robot
Time:04:12 pm


this is a sad robot. he hates to kill dinosaurs, but he has no choice. i love this robot . he is my best friend.
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Nuna muziko:the smiths
Subject:THE DAVID HASSELHOFF COLLECTION
Nuna humoro:hungover
Time:05:56 pm










i'd do him
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Subject:political treachery
Nuna humoro:crusheddevastated
Time:10:36 pm

It seems someone has committed a heinous act against all of humanity, dinomacy, and the robogrid.

Someone murdered this muffin;

As you can see by it's abandoned, unconsumed, and buttery insides, it was no act of hunger, only sheer malice.

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Nuna muziko:nothing i am in the computer cluster
Subject:trisha
Nuna humoro:boredbored
Time:02:44 pm

i know i should write some trisha porno story or something, but i cannot do it for some reason, plus i am hungry x3478537057834. the good news is that i have booked us ten tickets to be in the audience for both trisha and loose women sometime in the near future. The tickets are being posted this weekend and we are on forty-eight hour call for when the show might need us--free coach tickets as well!

Here are some Trisha Facts for you, because i love her, and i love you too:

  • In her teens she attended grammar school at Chertsey, Surrey, passing 11 O levels. But she quit sixth form to play keyboards with a girl band called Eve on a tour of Germany. After making a record, the band split up and Trisha returned to England.

  • In 1985 she emigrated to Australia with her new husband, Robert – whom she met on a plane and who was Australia's head of UNICEF, the United Nations children’s organisation. But the marriage lasted just a few months. Trisha subsequently discovered – but only after his death some years later – that Robert was gay and HIV positive.

  • For years she led a hectic, high-profile celebrity life. But personal heartache seemed to shadow her, despite becoming the first the first black news anchorwoman on Australian TV she was still not happy.

  • Her youngest sister, Linda, who had suffered from schizophrenia for eight years, committed suicide in England leaving Trisha and the rest of her family devastated.

  • The birth of Trisha’s second daughter Madison was followed by a double whammy. The baby developed a life-threatening respiratory illness.

  • Then Trisha learned that Mark - by now her husband - had been having an affair with one of the researchers in her production company. The baby, thankfully, made a full recovery and Trisha kicked Mark out of her life and threw herself into her work.

  • The strain caught up with her, however, and she spent a month in a psychiatric hospital. Later, through her work in mental health, she met and fell in love with Peter Gian-Francesco, a psychiatrist. And her resolution to remain a single mum was broken in January 1998 when they married.

  • Trisha has confessed that she took ecstasy and smoked cannabis in an attempt to combat depression.She told Now magazine: "It was suggested to me for medical reasons when I was living in Australia. I wouldn't condone it - the downs are so horrendous. But taking drugs was like a stage I was going through.The presenter also said that taking regular exercise with a personal trainer helped to keep her mental problems under control.

  • With her chatshow the public took her to their hearts and her show has been a ratings winner from the outset. Trisha recently said "I’ve never known so much happiness as I have now."

 


 

 

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Time:03:29 pm
there are no words/this is your story and you can make it up as you like/linear narrative versus patriarchal hegemonyCollapse )
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Nuna muziko:dokken -the hunter
Nuna humoro:pain
Time:05:22 pm
DOKKEN TO REUNITE FOR EUROPEAN TOUR?



The band that started in the late 1970s and reformed in 1994, going through many lineup changes, responsible for such gems as;So many Tears, Jaded Heart, Kiss of Death, Stop fighting Love and the incredible The Hunter are set to play in their original form in a summer european tour!


this song got me through the weekend, and also my life Collapse )
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Time:08:15 pm
clicky
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Time:06:37 pm
i'd like to see;

plastic snails with disabilites
plastic snails on disability-benefits
teal surgical face masks
robots-with-a-penchant-for-tutus

added to the interest list.
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Time:12:26 pm
columbo slash

chapter one: the cellar bar

usually there was no one in at that time. the weekend crazies back at work, the ashtrays gleamed empty on thin-veneered tables. few braved these hours - even those with the time availible would shy away from the slow vacant ebb of another skyless monday afternoon and the first steam-glistening cold beer of the week. afraid, perhaps that this dessicated malaise might grab hold of a stray ankle and tug hard. i was alone most mondays, alone and silent. the mute barman served with a grim nod, his tongue cut out in some half-official, unreported war. he had known too much, and what he knew left him bitter, and then broke him when his own service tried to wheedle the information back out of him. the cellar bar was not, as one of the regulars jovially informed me the first time i stumbled upon it, semi-wired and broke, much of a family establishment. now i was the only regular left. where had all the others gone? located in the meat packing district of town, underneath the old station, abandoned now save for the one midnight train from the slaughterhouse, the cellar bar did not attract much in the way of casual attention. i was alone most mondays, as i say. sometimes columbo would be in there, sipping a slow morning bourbon, looking pensive, or with a gleam in his eye, or turning over some odd prop or bit of paper. he rarely glanced up, even when there was only us two in the bar, and barely acknowledged the poor barman, grunting blithely as his usual was served up as he entered, cigar in hand, draping his tatty mac over his usual chair. columbo never seemed to pay for anything in the bar. the barman just shrugged when i inquired as to why, some sort of arrangement with the invisible owner of the place i assumed, the cellar bar had in the past been something of a epicentre for shady dealings in the town, and having a policeman there would certainly have thrown a spanner into the works, the free tab was probably an unresolved hangover from those days, columbo turning a blind eye for a few free rounds. columbo intrigued me. occasionally i would go over to him, sit down at his table and try to engage him - he was always genial, disarming even, quaintly erudite, and with a keen eye for detail. we would talk, about all sorts of things, often i would ask him what sort of case he was working on at the time, and sometimes he would oblige me, and divulge a few small details, let me in on his leads - but he was cagey too - and more often we would sit and chat about the weather, or his wife, or cooking, or anything. we were not friends though, that much is certain, and even after a decent evening spent together, even after we had parted with smiles and handshakes, the next time he came in, absorbed by something completely different, he wouldn't even notice my greeting and would sit down alone again. these times frustrated me - not that i was in want of company, but something about the detective captivated me; the way his mac would swish over his supple body, the twinkle of his one good eye as he reached some new revelation. i would watch all this. he would sit for hours contemplating his untouched glass, staring into it like a gypsy, or a seer, and then he would look up, enlightened, scratch his head, take a drag on his cigar, pick up his mac and leave in a hurry. i knew on those occasions that he probably wouldn't return to the bar for some time, so though i enjoyed them more than any other time i saw him, they were bittersweet. those unseen times when he was closing a case were tough for me, though the thought of him standing there with a killer, confident, voluble, all-knowing, suddenly revealing the true depths of his intelligence with a timing and articulation that would startle even the coolest of criminals, that thought was balm to me. i would sit in the cellar bar on my own, pint in hand, and await his return.
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Time:11:32 pm
4n

lets kick this up a notch!

BAM

5n
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