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late to the party. |
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Clearly Tunemx has gone on holiday and Phobiazero tried to access the board unattended and ended up changing the Internet. |
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what the hell! |
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I saw a dead rat a few days ago. I was busy unloading some palettes in the palette yard when I notice a little blotch of fluffiness on the concrete floor. I finished with the palettes and knelt down to see. I saw a small, light brown rat with a white belly (as it was slightly on its side I could see this). I stopped every racing thought I had speeding through my mind and focused on the deceased rodent. I could see its tiny…paw, and its tinier…digits. It reminded me of having hamsters in my youth. I laid myself on my side like the rat lay. Like a yin yang, my head to its rear legs and tail, its head to my feet. I could hear a fork lift slam against metal just inside the store premises. The rat did not flinch, nor did I. I studied the rat’s head. I’ve always enjoyed the way a rodent’s hair so evenly swept in one direction; as though it spent time obsessively combing before it went out for the day. If this were true rats lived for every day they had the opportunity to be alive, that they would care so much about their appearance as proof of this. Either that or they were a bunch of vain son of a bitches. I prefer the latter in that if they could master the comb then possibly they could master clothing as well. I could envision a rat dressing for a day of rummaging. From its hole, or were ever it lived, it would emerge in a tuxedo and top hat. But since the hole it came out of was a bit too small to fit a rat through with a top hat on properly, the rat would have to readjust the hat before making its way to the nearest garbage bin so that it would appear presentable. And it would eat respectably even though from trash came its food. The rat would fashion a table and chairs out of cardboard or other refuse. It would sit and eat, and most of the time, with other rats. All of them in tuxedos of course. As it ate, its top hat would slack to one side so the rat would have to correct it with its little paw. This would happen from time to time throughout dinner. And of course after their meal the rats would, like any ot |
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And of course after their meal the rats would, like any other…person, enjoy them some sort of liquor based beverage. Usually this drink would come from product that had fallen from the hands of shoppers and shattered on the floor. So, from time to time, a rat would have to warn another rat of shards of glass stealthily hidden in ones drink. And most likely not a rat had died from glass spiked alcohol. Or at least I hope not. As I studied the rat’s head more, I noticed its ear. I noticed that I could see down its ear canal. I could not make out definite shapes, just a curve and varying shades of grey. There were also tufts of bristly hair. My eyes moved on to its eyes. They were closed. And then I thought that it would have been nice to have seen its eyes open. I had never had a chance to stare into the eyes of a rat before like I had now. And then I thought again. As this rat lay here dead, it’d be better that its eyes are shut I suppose. That it look as though it were asleep. And then I thought again. I remembered when I was a little girl and my parents had bought my older brother a hamster. How I was so jealous. I new I could care for it better. When I had the chance, and when the hamster was asleep, I opened the cage and moved my finger in to feel the fluffiness of hamster fur. The hamster’s eyes were shut tight, seemingly in concentration. Concentrating on sleep I suppose. As my finger drew near my arm slightly bumped the side of the cage and woke the hamster. I could only imagine the fear I would feel if I awoke to the sight of an enormous fingertip in front of me, so I can completely understand the chunk of flesh it took from my finger. Of course it hurt, and with my arm still inside the cage I flailed it about most likely giving that hamster the greatest ride it had ever had. Soon the cage fell to the ground and after some time nursing my bitten finger did I notice the hamster was missing. This whole incident culminated when months later the heater was turned on thus fumigating the entire house with the s |
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This whole incident culminated when months later the heater was turned on thus fumigating the entire house with the stench a hamster carcass. I stretched my hand out toward the dead hamster, leading with my pointing finger. I noticed the rat’s tail. It did not move. Half way there. I noticed the rat’s hind legs. They did not move. Inches away. I noticed…a dead…rat. It did not move. My finger curled inward to form a fist with the rest of my fingers. I did not touch the rat. I got up and leaned against a stack of palettes and looked up. I saw a cloud moving fast across the sky. I followed it as it disappeared behind the roof of the store. I walked back inside and back to work. |
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Looking for OiNK invites? |
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I have this terrible sensation that you're Jesus. |
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[...] toward the dead |
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I liked the dreamlike aspect as the two stories melded in that continuity error though. |
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You're right. |
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You're welcome. |
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Some people put live dogs in garbage truck compactors. |
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I wish someone would do that to dog_twat |
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Now it's in the top right corner too, just before the extended site space. |
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damn... |
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"�� current poll" It's appearing everywhere now, and soon will overtake the board entire. This is the apocalypse, folks. This is the end of Xlt. |
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< it's awesome! |
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I wonder. When xltronic is eventually flooded with �s, would Xlters rather drown in them or join the massive exodus to watmm? |
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