Tuesday, August 10, 2004

are those astronaut pants?


Now there's a giant at my work. He bumps into things and moans as any normal giant would. Recently, there have been mini white condoms in the garbage. I snicker every time I look down at them. Giants by day small sex hungry nymphs by night? I now realise my boss hired me based on the spelling of my name matching the spelling of her beloved dog. Pictures were brought back today because they all looked dead. One push of a button and I can revive them all. The other day a man grasped onto a pillar across from the train station. His bald bowed head pressed firmly against the hard cold surface. People walking by either completely missed him or took one hard look.

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