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September 04, 2010

There is no God: End times outrage pits Earl against Nantucket.

Sailors and watchers are resting now,
Some on this sandy lea,
And some with the sea-grass round them twined,
Are asleep in the wandering sea.

--from "The House-Top Walk", by Charles L. Thompson

Union Street's Quaker Uncle Billy readies for Earl.

Earl's got jail-house tats, bad genes, and your sister's deb pics.

Posted by Holden Oliver (Kitzb├╝hel Desk) at September 4, 2010 11:35 PM


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