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| barney today was bodily trapped entire under the king bed barking. i had to lift with one hand and fish him out with the other, wrenching my back. i think he's trying to burrow for safe comfort and winds up getting the opposite. i closed the door and removed his bed to the office by the window. he looked a tad dismayed. |
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| rawhide! oh baby. |
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| i'm passionate, fenway, but i've never really gone after what i want. |
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| littleist dude-sicle did a funny klingon dance today. i exploited his distress with my camera, then did a manual extraction. he bee-lined for the door and i urged him for a couple more brisk sorties and acquiesced to his lust for rawhide, chasing him around the apartment. |
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| love is.. a new rawhide and a scalp massage. |
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| lustrum: zone of indifference. |
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| a free discard. |
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| oy vey, fenway! you shouldn't outa eat your squeeky toys! |
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| realm of simulacra. |
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| i'm thinking of revisiting the chasm where turkey vultures float on thermals and i float up too. a nod to dan siegfried. |
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| what if a man went through his own portal? |
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| what if fenway and i switched bodies? |
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| i'm sure he'd rather switch with john malkovich. but hey i'd rather switch with catherine keener. though i'm real curious about fenway's world. |
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