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Month: March 2011

The Fuzzy Orange Ass of Infinity

Posted on March 4, 2011October 11, 2022 by KZ

I guess you could call it a case of the blahs. Or maybe you could call it a crisis of confidence, although I’ve never seemed to suffer from an overabundance of confidence to begin with. Maybe I’ve just lost my mojo like Austin Powers did in that Mike Meyers movie — the name of which…

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Bill Door nodded. Of course there had been a mistake. Anyone could see there had been a mistake. He tossed the overalls in a corner and took up the robe of absolute blackness. Well, it had been an experience. And, he had to admit, one that he didn't want to relive. He felt as though a huge weight had been removed. Was that what it was like to be alive? The feeling of darkness dragging you forward? How could they live with it? And yet they did, and even seemed to find enjoyment in it, when surely the only sensible course would be to despair. Amazing. To feel you were a tiny living thing, sandwiched between two cliffs of darkness. How could they stand to be alive?~Terry PratchettSource: Reaper Man
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