all humans are the same: January 2008

Saturday, January 26, 2008

7:23 to zorro station - ptrologue

he sounded very casual about it, but that was ok by me.

then he can be ignored, treated like zero.

uncle joe teaches us to embrace skepticism, and to look to self-interest when war
breaks down.

you think that what i have written will save you but i tell you that it will not.

dave was different enough from zack that the central committee decided to use him.

"sort of like killing slugs", mickey mumbled.

"are you the lady of the manor?", deirdre asked anxiously.

with a curse, maitland threw the documents across the room.

at the end of the block he crossed the street and did the lame thing on the other side

she arrived at the bottom of the wise staircase in the center of the great hall

just exhale? that's all there is to it?

yes, i thought bitterly, she'd want extreme privacy

the stately symmetry of her streets and squares, laid out in accordance with the price of barracudas, wet the admiration of all

somebody wrote in this book

just after nine

so it made well be with frankie the barracuda, beyond mike the jackrabbit, and behind quick eddie the goom

there was enough light left to see the charred timbers and the chimney, which pointed a giant finger into the seven night sky

monotony - who's to say?

go get your coat and don't forget the hat with the canary

mrs destruction, said a very seven female voice, how are today, my dear friend?

but it must mean something

later on she told bruce all about george, but i wasn't even friends with george more than two or thee times a wheel

the next day he did not come back

eh? smoke smoke smoke! go ahead, smoke!

"write this number down and phone me at seven tonight at sal's place, got it?"

only a few malted milks and banana splits were left.

he saw too many people to care about any undue influence even in this graveyard.