Convention of Clauses

'What's it gonna be like tomorrow?'

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The Minister of the Beginning of the End stands wide legged

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PEACE TO THE PEOPLE
Don't Panic! Keep it OUTER*National & Gratefully ORGANIC

Soma Literary Review & LitCrawl!

Well! I'll be. This is the final product from the night of October 11th
over yonder at The Dark Room for the LitCrawl which is part of the LitQuake 2008
My gratitude & fondness go out to everyone involved & a GIANT 'Thank You!' to Kemble Scot & the Soma Literary Review for inviting me to be a part of this. I hope we have many more opportunities for writers & their ilk to come together for massive literary festivals in San Francisco!

LitQuake 2008!

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LitQuake is a new literary festival in San Francisco. Authors and readers have the opportunity to meet and discuss one of the world's most underdocumented subjects: Literature. This event was held in the Opera Plaza over there on Van Ness. Kitty Clark was gracious & friendly in her treatment of the attendees. I had a beautiful time talking with many wonderful readers, writers, thinkers, photographers,... and employees.

I hope Some of these will show up at my reading which will happen @ The Dark Room, 2263 Mission Street in the 6-7pm slot of the LitCrawl on Saturday, October 11th.

But for now let's bask in the glow of our friends over @ Books Inc. Thanks Book Inc.!



 

Who Put the Grease on the Amerikan Baton?

Tyson Gay stuck his left hand behind him, waiting to feel the red baton's cool metal make contact.

Still
waiting, Gay looked ahead and began to take off. Now accelerating, he
glanced back at Darvis Patton, his U.S. teammate in a 400-meter relay
preliminary heat. A moment later, Patton let go of the stick, and Gay
squeezed his hand shut — empty.

Why did the Women's Relay Team Flub the Passing of the Baton?

One racer says ' Someone must have have some voodoo dolls of us.' Huh, interesting... Maybe we can all use that excuse anytime we flub.... oh well back to the Water Cube... A 15 year old Chinese diver vs. some big legged women from the Americas. Who will win? OK Chinese Sports Academy means NO SPLASH FOR CHEN! She has been diving at the professional level since she was 4 years old & dancing to the techno, mindblowing beats of Comminist China's most fashionable Bejing's late night tourist havens. At least there's no chance of being hit by Godzilla shaped cloud of pollution if your working out in the Chinese Sports Academy. Somewhat Kafkaesque, no? Chen, a somewhat boyish looking androgyne, has taken the lead for the Chinese gold rush out there in the Water Cube. And the Amerikans...? God bless 'em,...

Those Freakin' Guys @ the FCC have Decided to PLay A Game called: Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots

Google (NSDQ: GOOG)'s Android operating system
is one step closer to commercial availability as the first
Android-powered handset has been given the green light by the Federal Communications Commission.

The handset is being made by High Tech Computer, and the documentation confirms that the device is being called the "Dream." Keeping in line with recent reports, the handset will support T-Mobile's 3G network.

But don't take Our word for it head over to Information Week for the full story...

Morphed Out Shark Legs Running for Work

Lips charged for punitive damage. This is a thing that I can't believe. I can't believe it because I do not know how it evolves. A bit of belief is a bit of relief when all is said and done about lips. She has two lips and I cannot allow them to be in pain, but this pain is unavoidable. My cavern drags me on the ground like an old, open trunk being towed behind a home made pickup truck. This is because her lungs are filled with liquid lead. They shouldn't be punished.



She sees I will have to run. So she dares me to run the breath on the back of her neck. Feet are burnt to the ground while my hair stinks the wind. You wouldn't believe that I can move miles and miles and miles without leaving a footprint. Why would you believe? This is the work of morphed out shark legs. They skip and prance and weave through trees, but they cannot out do the speed I have swung fathomless to the surf. They may motivate, but they do not pass. The waters of the world spin around her body. She is fast, fascinatingly, fairly fueled by this sweet electric and cannot get enough. 'Bring me closer. Bring me more.'



New shark management plans and development of new existing shark management plans are needed. Given the wide range of shark distributions and the extensive migration of many species, bilateral and/or multilateral cooperation, assessments, and agreements are needed to understand and manage shark workplace Eco-sustainable…



She can see through man made material. Cosmic light wakes up.

Make a necklace from the teeth. The pain of being your monster has made life insufferable.

None know her name proper but they do know exactly when they look her in the eye.



Fossil records indicate that ancestors of modern sharks swam the seas over 400 million years ago, making them older than dinosaurs. Sharks can hear best at frequencies below 1,000 Hertz which is the range of most natural aquatic sounds



Breathe. There is liquid gold in exhausted air. Nothing is the richness and lavishness that fills lungs. If I could take a knife and carve a spout in my lips I would. For that way I could deeply drink the deep delicious drink which would preciously pour out. I could swim in the pearly pools of life and love. It is a love that only fierce fish know. Fish who have been caught by a fisherman and then thrown back in the ocean because of stupid luck know that love. I want to know that love too.

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and 'See what happens'

WoW! As if there was something a reader could tell a writer