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Artificial articulation with anthropomorphic dexterity
Monday, June 28, 2004
House hunting. Those twisted words hang in the air like the porcine viscera of a bitter portend...
This weekend I saw many places. Why can I find no rest, little bear, little bear?
Why are there no showers in Cape Town? Only bath after bath, wallowing after wallowing, soaking Filth in their sodden filth...
Bring me your wooden floors, your spacious kitchens, bring me your attachments for dishwashers and washing machines, satellite dishes, rooms you can swing a cat in... Bring them to me, and I will sign upon the dotted line.
This weekend I saw many places. Why can I find no rest, little bear, little bear?
Why are there no showers in Cape Town? Only bath after bath, wallowing after wallowing, soaking Filth in their sodden filth...
Bring me your wooden floors, your spacious kitchens, bring me your attachments for dishwashers and washing machines, satellite dishes, rooms you can swing a cat in... Bring them to me, and I will sign upon the dotted line.
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