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The Locals and their Salt
Jun 21 2008, 12:28 AM EDT
The locals home cookingis too salty I can't take one more bite and why does everthing have fish this looks like french fries it's actually thinly sliced sea urchin! there's a tower up over there 50 locals are hanging upside down from strings pegged to the top the tower spins they are flying upside down I would do it but I'm too salty now 2 out of 2 found this valuable. Do you?
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1. RE: The Locals and their Salt
Jun 21 2008, 5:12 AM EDT
salty skin like a stallion in klingon underoos five light yrs away from the spore cake party, unltd seedlings vs. the walrus underbubble forming between your smurf-nubs? coolie high homily & nite-cap loans us dimes when it's shining outside but I'm underlegged w/ hands of hemp -- rotten fingerstrings w/ red threads, unglued mock-chalk & rio grande mud, son.
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2. RE: The Locals and their Salt
Jun 21 2008, 5:41 AM EDT
rotten fingerstrings with sexy red threads, muck clumped on her chin again nite-cap all down her chest light years from a time called now the walrus, haroun, the unlimited seedlings start eating shadows during the worst light famine of recorded time 1 out of 1 found this valuable. Do you? |
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3. RE: The Locals and their Salt
Nov 9 2008, 1:38 PM EST
In the Danube, in the oldest placein the known world a bowl of salt-water soup, clear broth was place in front of me and in the center of the bowl a fish tail floated, an inch of fish still attached, mostly bones. I have rarely been so happy or so salty sweet. I am what I eat. Now, I am a fish tail floating in pure, transparent, pristine, glowing salt. 1 out of 1 found this valuable. Do you? |
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4. RE: The Locals and their Salt
Nov 9 2008, 6:08 PM EST
Every day I ordered fish tail soup and sat staring at the fish. It lay on its side. One eye peering up. At me? The ceiling? Did it see the gods like flashes of sparks and lightning? I stared at the fish in dead stare. There was a feeling -- a freedom, like part of me was gone. Like a pressure had been lifted. Like having impacted wisdom teeth extracted. Yet there was a tingling. Like salt in a wound. Then I was struck by something -- a thought, a revelation? -- no, by a spoon and chopsticks.
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