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December 5, 2011: She seems hungry
Poems
Poems from the past:
My heart beats for you like an unrelenting hammer would.
Your face shines with such grace,
Your body should be in my embrace.
Only you can mend this broken heart for good.
Poems now:
If you had wood, I’d screw you.
If you were a nail, I’d hammer you.
I’d use my tool to fix up your box anytime.
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The Alot is Better Than You at Everything
But there is one grammatical mistake that I particularly enjoy encountering. It has become almost fun for me to come across people who take the phrase “a lot” and condense it down into one word, because when someone says “alot,” this is what I imagine…
The Alot is an imaginary creature that I made up to help me deal with my compulsive need to correct other people’s grammar. It kind of looks like a cross between a bear, a yak and a pug, and it has provided hours of entertainment for me in a situation where I’d normally be left feeling angry and disillusioned with the world.
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Guys. Google is 13 today. A teenager. We’re screwed.
“What is the capital of Peru?”
“How the fuck should I know? Go figure it out yourself, lazy ass.”
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