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Kaoslord's (negected) World
last modified Apr 9, 2003 at 13:46
While shuffling my furniture I found my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Pizza Thrower. I remember staying at a classmate's house when we were seven and helping him dig pit traps for his older sister. I suggested filling the bottom of the pit with sharpened popsicle sticks but he vetoed the idea. Looking back I realize that it was fortunate that I am an only child.
Have you ever had to blow your nose so often you give up on the trash can and use the floor? Now that I am well again I feel like the guy who sweeps up empty cans after a big party. At least I know that they're all mine, even if I wasn't having any fun. Well, not much fun any way. I remember Heinlein writing of his vacation in Russia being enjoyable in the same sense hitting yourself in the face with a hammer is. It feels so good when you stop.
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