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February 01, 2005on a dareI could not stand the bulky commonness of the man. He sat, day after day, at the same wobbly desk penning manuscripts in a tiny, twisted hand that no one ever would read. He was content in his netted monkish delicacy but he disgusted me. I once felt such hatred for him when he would not speak to me that I kicked his table and knocked all of his precious work on the floor. Nonplussed, he simply straightened the table and bent down to pick up his inks and pens as I listened to the crinkle of his unwashed robes as he, like the stoic he was, sorted through his chromic tools of inks and pens and picked up his work right where he left off. God, how I hated that man! (Just use these words in order and write something slightly coherent: bulky commonness netted monkish delicacy crinkle chromic) Any asshole can do it. I did. Comments
His bulky commoness stood out like a sore thumb.As he turned from the pay-out window,you could almost see his mind reflecting on what the days efforts netted his coffers for NOT BAD!!! Posted by: Acidman on February 1, 2005 02:43 PMThe bulky commonness of his writing offended me; his display of the vulgar and the profane, the way he wrote about his wife, and his children was so disagreeable I was startled. What's all this I'm hearing about "monkishness" around here? As if any of you people would know what it's like to be MONKISH!!! His ass being extremely bulky, and trying as he might to exude commonness, Michael Moore-on failed miserably. He netted millions on his bogus movies in which he wallowed with abandon, while on the outside trying to maintain his monkish posture.
I see you like the taste of my Velocispam. Posted by: Key on February 1, 2005 03:51 PMMine was too long to post in comments, so I posted it on my little blog. What an interesting exercise. Posted by: Mamamontezz on February 3, 2005 03:13 PMPost a comment
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