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Priest at the party playing cards with heroin

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 16 May, 2007 - 23:10:56 - print it raw

Figureheads stand at the end, all hands between the loaves of bread. Made from the wheat of raw fabric and fired in the kilns made by the Dutch as sewn with the spit of the drunken galley. Holes from the inside, eating on the outside, and condiments made of pus only taste as sweet as the sale of human flesh into the slavery of entertainment.

Knock back a head, looking skyward, and the white powders in clouds make them scream aplenty. Yowls they will, yowling and howling with arms wide open and robes cast aside. No fear for the righteous, no clothes for the naked.

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Thinking they're great, some new kind of drug

Ethan Switch - Wednesday, 18 April, 2007 - 23:57:25 - print it raw

Rub some of that red dirt into the eyes, washing it with the urine of the baby goat drying out on the cooling fire. Skinned alive while otherwise dead, it's pleasure unfound and unsound when the maggots get into the ears.

Chew hard enough and with enough vigour and it's the juices what spill down the front of the broken skin what leaves the taste sensation that rocks with the self flagellation.

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Another Good Friday for the metallic egg shooting bunnies and bilbies

Ethan Switch - Friday, 6 April, 2007 - 23:54:04 - print it raw

Questionable substances riddle the outer linings of Kinder surprise and Faberge eggs during this, a most severed time of the Christian calendar. Where the case and shells in the time of Easter makes for curious hunts in the middle of the day in backyards and grass parks. Where small salivating children on sugar frenzies run amok banging baskets in search over hard boiled eggs which they can only hope melt in their pockets and not hatch a chick.

Patron monster of such time as to spread this long weekend, the Easter bunny. To the most parochial of Australians, a switch up for the bilby to deliver a most diuretic message of faith in carobs and cocoa.

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Sheikh gone to rattle a roll of dead non-refrigerated meat

Ethan Switch - Sunday, 29 October, 2006 - 22:52:02 - print it raw

Controversy is nothing short of a week, where the legs are cut off to form new stumps and the hands deliver unto them pads of salt to wade through. Cause for salad dressing celebrations and it's Caesar without his head but a neck crowned with bay leaves.

Icelandic whalers aren't Japanese enough and the furore of kicking in a new hunting season outside the season is quick to wash away with the flotsam and jetsam.

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Kucharová steps up to take a World over Vilhjálmsdóttir

Ethan Switch - Sunday, 1 October, 2006 - 19:59:05 - print it raw

Gleaming out the second spot to complete the lead half-pack of the Cartel of Miss, 18-year-old Tatána Kucharová from the Czech Republic was crowned the glory in the 56th annual Miss World cage match.

Fending and fighting against an array of 104 other contestants and claimants to the title, the crowning event fell upon the city of Sala Kongresowa in Warsaw. An action packed ritual of skin wherein the final 16 turned 17 as judges were incapable of splitting out the Asia Pacific group for the semis.

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Why you call a building a building when it is already built

Ethan Switch - Monday, 11 September, 2006 - 20:26:28 - print it raw

Buildings, though built, inspire the building of other buildings by future builders who are turned on to building buildings by visiting the building or by being in its presence.

Vague in hold and wide in the pants department, "buildings" encompass many forms. Structures referred to as "houses", "condos" and "strip malls" are all of the genus.

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