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Laying in bed, encased in pillows
Drifting in waves, under and above
Vision slowly blurring as each wave rolls over me
Thoughts upon my mind following me under
His face before me, clear and identifiable
Still above me as each wave passes
Sinking he follows me into the deep blue
Encircling limbs limp in the turns
Moving against each other as jellyfish
Mouths finally meeting
Instant energy
Pure bliss felt as spiraling beyond clarity
Bodies melting into one
Sleep encompasses

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I like the stink of the streets. It cleans out my lungs. And it gives me a hard-on.

My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father prepare to die.

When I was growing up, they would say you could become cops or criminals. But what I'm saying is this. When you're facing a loaded gun, what's the difference?

Once again, things that could've been brought to my attention YESTERDAY!

The point is, how do you know the fairy isn't a crazy glue sniffer? "Building model airplanes" says the little fairy; well, we're not buying it. He sneaks into your house once, that's all it takes. The next thing you know, there's money missing off the dresser, and your daughter's knocked up. I seen it a hundred times.

Well, it's a well known fact, Sonny Jim, that there's a secret society of the five wealthiest people in the world, known as The Pentavirate, who run everything in the world, including the newspapers, and meet tri-annually at a secret country mansion in Colorado, known as, The Meadows.

I'll be your Huckleberry.

.....and then there's "Pretty In Pink" which I can't watch with this tubby muthafucker any more, because everytime we get to the part where the red head hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little eight-year-old with a skinned knee and shit. And nothing is worse then watching a fat man weep!

It was among the Italians. It was real greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't give him an open coffin at the funeral.

You just fulfilled the first rule of law enforcement: make sure when your shift is over you go home alive. Here endeth the lesson.

It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage.

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Thought for the day:
      Handle every situation like a dog.
      If you can't eat it or hump it.
      Piss on it and walk away

DAILY THOUGHT:
SOME PEOPLE ARE LIKE SLINKIES -
NOT REALLY GOOD FOR ANYTHING BUT THEY STILL BRING
A SMILE TO YOUR FACE WHEN YOU PUSH THEM DOWN A
FLIGHT OF STAIRS !

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