Chris put ketchup on his onion rings individually.
This sign was in the gynecologist's office today.
"I'm so punk!"
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About Me
- Anastasia
- WE ARE Failed poets, artists, philosophers, geniuses, cigar aficionados- in other words we are the Chicago Heights Literary Mafia. a combination of underground organised crime and literature. an amalgam of spectators turned plotters. It's not about sexism, racism, rankism, ageism* or any other "ism" (good or bad). it's not about what makes us different or what makes us the same. it's how we don't care. it isn't about religion, music, t-shirts, art, street cred, or even literature sometimes! it's about you and me and something stronger than guns to bring us together. we late night wanderers and tea drinkers know of one thing stronger than the derringer: the pen. WHY? Things get neglected. interocean avenue, fording the river on the oregon trail, rent-a-poets, awkward silences and nervous laughter, the acceptability of dogearing pages, tri cornered hats(really haberdashery in general), poetry as the art of literature, the scarcity of benches--never should it be limited to literature.
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The people in the gyno handwashing poster look like they normally pose for pictures in the nude.
"This feels so funny with cloths on"
"Yeah, its harder to convey my emotions with only the skin on my face showing"
"Im going to be a real actress someday"
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