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Wednesday, December 01, 2004
lies. and truth.
Perhaps my blood is fertilizer, and in the damp green grass somewhere in the green world, I will lie down and all things will grow.
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Some young people who smoke cannabis are at real risk of developing psychotic mental illness
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Then the future will knock over all the things that have sprung from my death, and put up a 24 hour Tim Horton’s.
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Nearly 80 years after he invented it, a group of German physicists have begun making Einstein's unique alcohol-powered fridge.
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Like My blood, coffee will flow into the great sewer and from that fungus to feed insects. Millions of which will fly in a radius of 100 meters from their birth site and will float to the sidewalks like flakes of skin.
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"The way to get the message across is for young people to talk about the issues and have more social control among themselves, rather than the big brother approach."
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The winds will blow dead remains and scatter ashes in a ceremony befitting a king, with whooshing eulogies.
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Luckily, the contestants in Hungary's National Santa Claus Beauty Pageant this weekend will get to keep their clothes on - and their beards, too.
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The soot of insect souls will fog every driver’s line of sight for miles and seconds.
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The study aimed to answer a question that has been unsettling psychiatrists for some time. People with psychosis, whose symptoms include hallucinations, paranoia, hearing voices and a persecution complex, are more likely than not to have a marijuana habit
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If a black haze descends, afternoon drivers will no longer pay attention to bumper stickers ahead and the dollar store “idea men” will lose their jobs en masse. A bloodbath will ensue.
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“The purchase of skydome is an opportunity for us to acquire a tremendous asset at an extremely attractive price, but more importantly, we will now have significantly better control over our product and the fan experience,"
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In black vehicles in long rows, on black tar, with a black bug-pepper sky all there is left is yellow lines guiding a path into consolation, relief. All television’s will be turned off.
Combine Harvester8:46 PM
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Your metaphors kiss similes so deep... That verbs will be holding pro-noun at City Hall. Brother-Zachary
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