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Mophunquis
A haphazard chronicle of the poetman's awakenings.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
2010
...and we still don't have flying cars.
We. Suck.
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you are the wind beneath my ears
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be good for goodness' sake
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dick swinging in wind
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the pleasure chest
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sick and tired of the swine news
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consider David Foster
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February
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on hockey spectation
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January
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here we go
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a constituency of one
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October
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smashed pumpkins
umbraphilia revisited
the one great elegance
wx ax
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September
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dad's home
in trust, my ass
two more guinness records
to all my friends' baby photo slideshows
vitamin h
tough as steel
change in direction
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August
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shrike
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why i blog
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July
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