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Sneezing and FuryPressure builds up and tingles behind your nose. It hesitates, and you wait for the eruption, the explosion. Your head pounds, if only for a split second. The expectancy builds and you feel the sensation rising. You close your eyes as you feel they may pop out of your skull if you don't. The surmounting pressure reaches your ears and finally your head is thrown forward with the force. The pressure bursts out of your nose, your mouth. Your throat burns for a moment, and you sniff, finally granted relief.Sneezing and Fury
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There's a monster somewhere behind your navel. It's trying to rip out of you, trying to make you break something,

| Usually I draw, sometimes other stuff. Occasionally I'll write. Once in a while a photo. Check out my blog, if you wish. [link] |
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we're crashing cars we used to share.
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Runnin' a blender in a lightning storm.
Disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
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Say what you like about Pacifists....
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Say what you like about Pacifists....
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Runnin' a blender in a lightning storm.
Disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
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Runnin' a blender in a lightning storm.
Disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
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Runnin' a blender in a lightning storm.
Disguised as a blessing, I'm sure.
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from boondock saints:
Rocco: Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
[shouts]
Rocco: Fuck!
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
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