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> hey jenndawg call me I miss u like crazy
> i love u i really love uuuu hun i
> really do i miss u love u omg I keep on
> thinking about u i im feeling sad with are u
> i dont know ur number to call u and plz
> E-mail ur number so i can call u omg hun i
> miss u i really do week after week im been sad
> cuz you not here i miss u so much
> plzzzzzzz i really miss u i want your
> number u dont have myspace i can commete u I
> dont remember ur number cuz i lost ur number
> i ur not on line cuz ur busy im going nut
> with out u i want to celerble christmas with
> my dawg here with out u ita not the same with
> out u you keep on IMing me every 2 mouth and
> say you miss me how i can get in touch with u
> we both are busy how i can ask u with we can
> hang out again how i have no fucking way to get
> in touch with u accped E-mail
> after i left west essex i was sad and upset
> cuz i dont know when i can see my dawg and talk to
> my dawg how get in touch and Lindadawg not
> talking to me and i cant get touch with her and
> u i have now im missing when we alway did 3 way
> i missing u always call my cell i miss everything
> i miss when u ask me to hang out and befor
> thanksgiving u ask me if we i was to hang out
> with u and i said no cuz i was busy and when
> you and lindadawg when to collage i feeling sad
> cuz i dont see my dawg anymore and i still
> remember u sign my 2005 year book and i look at it
> i am calling ur nameeeeeee JENNDAWGGGGGGGGG WHERE
> ARE
>
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
>
> PLZ GET IN TOUCH WITH ME
> IM GOING NUTS WITH OUT U
>
> LOVE U
>
> STEVEDAWG
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All the articles were old as shit, so I got rid of them. I don't know what I'll do next with the site. The whole point of it was originally to keep links I like visiting in a convenient location. The article system was just something I coded to occupy space, and then wound up writing several hundred of them along with the other editors here at Kadath.
I guess you could visit the gallery or the disused oekaki board. There is also a library with a few interesting reads, and the Zeitgeist is pretty funny.
Enjoy your stay.
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Friends and countrymen,
I know that in this day and age, it is frightfully easy to be poorly read. And because I hate illiteracy, I have taken it upon myself to share with you some of the most educational passages I have found in a book by E. L. Doctorow, called Ragtime.
"As it happened Houdini's unexpected visit had interrupted Mother and Father's coitus. There was no sign from Mother that it was now to be resumed." [10]
"When the entire house was asleep he came to her room in the darkness. He was solemn and attentive as befitted the occasion. Mother shut her eyes and held her hands over her ears. Sweat from Father's chin fell on her breasts. She started. She thought: Yet I know these are the happy years. And ahead of us are only great disasters." [10]
"The key to the defense of Harry K. Thaw would be that he had become temporarily deranged by the story she had told him about her ruination at the age of fifteen. She was an artist's model and aspiring actress. Stanford White had invited her to his apartments in the tower of Madison Square Garden and offered her champagne. The champagne was drugged. When she woke up the following morning the effulgence of White's manhood lay over her thighs like a baker's glaze." [20] (Historical footnote: That's probably not how it happened.)
"The dignified visitors rode the shoot-the-chutes and Freud and Jung took a boat together through the Tunnel of Love." [33]
"Gradually Evelyn relaxed and her flesh shook and quivered under the emphatic skill of Goldman's hands. Goldman rubbed the oil into her skin until her body found its own natural rosy white being and began to stir with self-perception. Turn over, Goldman commanded. Evelyn's hair was now undone and lay on the pillow about her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips stretched in an involuntary smile as Goldman massaged her breasts, her stomach, her legs. Yes, even this, Emma Goldman said, briskly passing her hands over the mons. You must have the courage to live. The bedside lamp seemed to dim for a moment. Evelyn put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples. Her hands swam down along her flanks. She rubbed her hips. Her feet pointed like a dancer's and her toes curled. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air. Goldman was now at the bureau, capping her bottled emolient, her back to Evelyn as the younger woman began to ripple on the bed like a wave on the sea. At this moment a hoarse unearthly cry issued from the walls, the closet door flew open and Mother's Younger Brother fell into the room, his face twisted in a paroxysm of saintly mortification. He was clutching in his hands, as if trying to choke it, a rampant penis which, scornful of his intentions, whipped him about the floor, launching to his cries of ecstasy or despair, great filemented spurts of jism that traced the air like bullets and then settled slowly over Evelyn in her bed like falling ticker tape." [53]
"In this regard, as in most others, Evelyn Nesbit was ahead of her time. Her former chief lover Stanford White had been a fashionably burly man, and her husband Harry K. Thaw though not as large was nevertheless soft and wide, but her new lover, Mother's Younger Brother, was as lean and hard as a young tree. They made love slowly and sinuously, humping each other into such supple states of orgasm as they found very little reason to talk the rest of the time they were together. It was characteristic of Evelyn that she could not resist someone who was so strongly attracted to her." [70]
"At night in bed Mother held him and tried to warm the small of his back, curled him into her as she lay against his back cradling his strange coldness. It was apparent to them both that this time he'd stayed away too long. [...] She was in some way not as vigorously modest as she'd been. She took his gaze. She came to bed with her hair unbraided. Her hand one night brushed down his chest and came to rest below his nightshirt. He decided God had punishments in store so devious there was no sense trying to anticipate what they were. With a groan he turned to her and found her ready. Her hands pulling his face to hers did not feel the tears." [93]
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