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scraggg escreveu:

Speculation had flown thick and furious about the similarly-flighty Franciscan monks seen multiple times loitering covertly outside meetings held by far-left and -right political organizations, specifically those most outwardly opposed to the gradual concentration of power in the Magistrate's office that had occurred over the last two decades, as any armchair watchdog was only too eager to point out in those heady days of five months ago. Monkgate, as it had come to be called, had only ended after a baker's dozen purported members of the Order of Friars Minor had paid a visit to the offices of the area's flagship newspaper, which had first broken the story, to subject it's editor to some seriously intense ministry. At the ensuing press conference, the editor had issued a sincere apology to the brotherhood for his paper's Irresponsible and Inaccurate reportage, though the man's fresh limp and the longsleeved turtleneck and gloves he'd been wearing that July morning did not go unnoticed.

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scraggg escreveu:

MEANWHILE, there was an exotically-dressed agent of The County hightailing it down a crowded street, less conscious of his flight path and the human obstructions therein and more focused on the unwanted suspicion that was no doubt already being raised about this neon-red Barbarossan blur. Just the sort of high-profile behavior in the field that had so often invoked unseen and not-needed-to-be-personally-seen admonitions and veiled threats from On High. He knew this. He knew a number of pertinent and frightening bits of information, actually, and not one of them seemed a sufficient enough reason to slow down. It had taken a tremendous exertion of emotional will to mask his own rather morose personality with the sloppily jovial East-European facade that had been suggested to him, and what he'd seen through that window had negated those hours of mental labor in an instant, though he'd be jolly well fucked to explain why. He'd felt his body go almost limp with emotion, and now here he was.

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satansonion escreveu:

Anything to be done is to be refuted and then repeated post haste and in the interm stand in queue and polish your knobs for the keepers come on Cuba in the same sense that Blacks come on time!!!!!! Nigeria is hot to trot in the summer months so bring a topper and handle dat shit, fo rizzle.

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iWatchuSleep999 escreveu:

but sir, so true. set up a camera tonight, you'll see. this username? it was my confession. Now everyone knows that i know. muahhhahhaha

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iWatchuSleep999 escreveu:

oh, but thats where you're wrong, sir. I watch EVERYONE sleep.... ...... everyone.

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scraggg escreveu:

And with that she drove off and away from the just-now-getting-it group of youths who had been loitering outside the gates of her factory, delighting yet again in the fact that in her capacity as the head of one of the largest bread and butter wholesalers in the United States, bread and butter was literally Her Bread and Butter.

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Landstander88 escreveu:

God Dammit Humanity is ok, but I think he sold out after that. http://www.thislife.org/Radio_Episode.aspx?sched=1081 Here is the This American Life episode I told you about with the story about the kid who set himself on fire. It's the second act, but the first one is quite good as well. Both pretty darn sad, in the singular way of American life.

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scraggg escreveu:

I have an interpersonal recommendation for you. He's called Landstander88 and the diatribe I've listened to is God Dammit Humanity I Mean Seriously Why Guys. It's great '00s existential despair. I think if you like ConceptRelation, you will like this.

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