Portersweat

Dearest Evelyn,

I always think of you this time of year when the color of my otterskin sweater matches the waning glow of the sun sliding down from its autumnal sojourn.

Please take a trolley to the lodge without haste. The world grows cold.

Yours,
V.

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Greetings, My Sprout

Paul and I, we've been hunting for the ice-bellied domino warbler near and around-abouts Cape Spartel, you know, Tangiers, my dear. Progress has been incremental as we have tracked a small flock using Mr. Z's patented warb-whistler. Yes, Florence, remember that odd piece of haberdashery we plucked from the Morrocan marketplace in those steamiest of 60s? BarWeiss let a tidbit slip over cocktails - the warbs love a good toot. It's true. Dare I mislead you? Please excuse the condition of this parchment. It really can't compare to the Mohawk 733 stock back at Chateau V. And here ends my

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Kernel Panic Error Report

Whenever you get a kernel panic from your Mac, don't ignore the chance to make Apple, Inc.'s day and send them something off the wall... enjoy.  Peace, Shecky M. Absently, he twiddled the keys in his right hand, draining the last dregs of the day's horrid, cold, coffee, anticipating the sad, gray drive home in the sad, gray sedan, to the sad gray house and its complementary sad, gray meal. He exhaled loudly, slid the key into the ignition, and fired up the family econo-box-mobile. It purred like a sewing machine watching a quilting bee. He pulled out of

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July 4th, 2003

  Inside the warped views of a confused kid with too much shit on his mind.

July 4th, 2003

25 cent wings 50 cent beers Pat, Sean, Scott, me 1030 we call it a nite no cell phone for me then walk home from the bar after meeting Sean May one of my favorite Chapel Hill Tarheels his pops played for the General they go undefeated in 1976 we see Ken Nunn that day in his cherry red convertible walk into Terra Trace our new place room 247 i think? 2nd floor above Liz and Alicia looking at the pool, check

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kent is clark, be thy superman

fuck friends friends are your closest enemies blood is thick my dick is thicker oops, i can't cuss around their kidsfuck them those kids will know more cuss words by 13 than i ever thought about knowing fuck ignorant, illiterate, illegitimate, idiotic, Kokomoan suckers talk shit when you have a foot and 120 lbs. on methey don't know how quick my wrists are three on one are rough odds atleast i knocked one's tooth loose and they get my money and cigarettesbut karma is karma, and karma is kinetic kent is clark, be thy supermantoo intelligent

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