You refer, no doubt, to Mr. Snicket's noble attempts to chronicle the sufferings of the Baudelaire children? I know of them, of course, but I have not as yet had the occasion to read them; the area I am hiding out in has many sterling qualities, but it has a notable, and woeful, paucity of bookshops. There is, at least, a pizzeria I am told is beyond compare, but I cannot drown my many sorrows there, as I suspect that one of the waiters is an enemy.
Still, I applaud his efforts. Though I do not know him personally, I am aware of the quality of his work; it is a pity he was fired from the Daily Punctillio, as for quite some time his theatrical reviews were the only thing keeping it worth reading. And I do believe that the world needs to know of the Baudelaires' plight, not least because Bertrand was a particular friend of mine at school.
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submitted by a volunteer, in hiding (February 8, 2012 - 7:56 pm)
for now
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the doorbell rings
Bealdes: Fire can drown, even in a wave of tears, in the burns of sand
Blaedse: Fire is unstoppable, unequenchable, forever unsatifsfied. Luck in everything we wish you.
the doorbell rings again
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goodbye
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for now
(February 1, 2012 - 8:44 pm)
tops
spot
pots
pots and pans
pans
span
naps
snap
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the world can never be quiet, volunteer. for that, i am truly sorry.
don't snicker at my lemons.
perhaps i ought to add a bit of poetry. refrigerator poetry.
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silver
whirl
sun eternal
mock shine enchant
solitute
hope
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sky princess Hades BRAIIINSS
living fly fly angel enchanted myth
sword skulls
soul play sharp off
chewed sister fight
light find read
music save
running
I is evergone running
I is evergone
(February 6, 2012 - 9:56 pm)
Yet sometimes, I find myself agreeing with the volunteers.
(February 7, 2012 - 9:37 pm)
A Series of Unfortunate Events.
(February 8, 2012 - 3:55 pm)
You refer, no doubt, to Mr. Snicket's noble attempts to chronicle the sufferings of the Baudelaire children? I know of them, of course, but I have not as yet had the occasion to read them; the area I am hiding out in has many sterling qualities, but it has a notable, and woeful, paucity of bookshops. There is, at least, a pizzeria I am told is beyond compare, but I cannot drown my many sorrows there, as I suspect that one of the waiters is an enemy.
Still, I applaud his efforts. Though I do not know him personally, I am aware of the quality of his work; it is a pity he was fired from the Daily Punctillio, as for quite some time his theatrical reviews were the only thing keeping it worth reading. And I do believe that the world needs to know of the Baudelaires' plight, not least because Bertrand was a particular friend of mine at school.
(February 8, 2012 - 7:56 pm)
No duh.
(February 8, 2012 - 6:38 pm)