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Friday, March 8, 2013

Happiness for sale

In other news, this guy's arms begin halfway down his torso, which I guess is kinda freaky-looking.

Mental Health
Time itself lurched and began to move quicker. 
"We have to hurry!" shouted the mysterious stranger. "We have no—"
"Time. I know," replied the engineer. Thrust into this improbable situation, he was pleased to note how calmly, drily*, even, he was able to respond.

*Does that spelling look weird to you? I stared at it and its twin, dryly, for a long time, thinking they both looked dumb. Looked it up and it turns out, either is acceptable. So deal with it.

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