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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Saturday, December 03, 2005. Two big, innocent eyes had seen everything. Two big ears, sticking out of a relatively small head, had heard everything. And then, in a dewdrop instance, these sensory organs forgot. The little pieces of sudden, surprising events had been carefully stored away in a little dark corner, of a fresh pink brain. Someone was sitting in the courtyard cutting his or her nails. Someone was hanging up wet clothes to dr...
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Monday, August 07, 2006. It’s hilarious. It’s a hilarious rain-sorrow filled paper cup. Just don’t let it surprise you. It’s not semen or anything. It’s just rain-sorrow. That day never came back, though we all tried to recreate magic in our puny little ways. I am certain I look as silly as you do. Loony Libberswick of Llapland. Akin to your comment u posted sometime back. its really all about the style. Loony Libberswick of Llapland. Well i...
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That: Blurry
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Friday, August 19, 2005. You know sometimes how things are just perfect? When you don’t have a tooth-ache or head-ache or a finger-ache or a funny feeling in the stomach? When everything is just right? Well…that’s strange…as far as I see it…there’s always something or the other…. A. It was around that time – standing in a crowded bus-stop with a simply. 8220;Terrific, isn’t it? This…this….Clown! Anyway, good for him he was never in one place...
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The Yellow Cities one by one: March 2006
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A Noise Called Home. Friday, March 31, 2006. Loony is in Loonybin. Sweet delights and pumpernickel bread. And things so wrong, wrong, wrong. But so easily deceptive. If only you'd look a little dotties. if only you'd look a little.you'd find out it was all a little spot of deception. Posted by Loony Libberswick of Llapland at 12:26 AM. Tuesday, March 28, 2006. Posted by Loony Libberswick of Llapland at 9:11 PM. Monday, March 27, 2006. I picked at a scab and now it is bleeding. I am bored of punctuation.
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That: Well you see Elvis died at 42
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Sunday, January 08, 2006. Well you see Elvis died at 42. He could never get over Elvis dying at 42. Then John Lennon got shot and Kurt Cobain shot himself. He could feel the world collapsing around him. 9/11 happened and his sister confirmed that she was a lesbian, at the same time. What does a man do in a moment of crisis like that? All they needed to do was to meet. And like I said, they did. Loony Libberswick of Llapland. You die knowing ...
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Friday, June 16, 2006. I was walking now, rested against another body. Oh what lovely designs everything made when we walked. I can do what I want, right? I asked. And those eyes just looked ahead patiently, waiting for the madness to recede. Oh please, c’mon, tell me, I’m super, right? And I didn’t really care for answers, because I floated effortlessly across the street, feeling super, super alright. Will you tell my parents? But er.is...
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That: Victor's Room
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Monday, March 20, 2006. It was a room that cast a spell on you. The bookshelves boasted of all the right books. And the lazy lounge chair and svelte lamp. Like a Moroccan don and vixen vamp. Invited you smoothly, blowing smoke rings into your face. Sit down, sit down. The window stared into a narrow cobblestone street. Outside, burnt brick houses leaned over each other,. Ponderous, pondering, smoking a little. Inside, a fire burnt assiduously.
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Friday, January 27, 2006. I hate pop-ups and smartasses. But that didn’t stop them from entering my life. I am fussy about coffee, but I am diseased with politeness. I sit in a bus that’s about to have a heart attack, and I know it’s not for me. And as I wait in the traffic signal, studiously ignoring the little beggar boy, in my plush Mercedes Benz, I know, that’s not for me either. Ms Ol’Wassername, I’m pleased to announce, has...Coffee, c...
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That
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Scribbles, Scrawls, This and That. Doodle-art and free styling. Monday, December 26, 2005. I have to ask", he said. "Do, you still talk to her? She was just about done with his neck, and wasn't in the mood to talk. "Hmm? Is that a yes, or a no? He demanded to know, pushing her back. She looked at him vaguely and then slowly curled up like a cat near his legs. Then she smiled a contended smile and relished the dillema in his eyes. Yes, of course", she said, reaching out for a cigarette. You're a bit of a ...
