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UGH!

These are the morons who are empowered to tell you what you should and should not see on the net. I originally posted this and then deleted it when I got a comment that my PrettyGreenBullet blog was in fact on Botamba. But Raw Epistle was still rejected. I finally got their reply and this is […]

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july 21. passenger 12e

Part two. Reading my third page entry above, I was still unaware of the psychosis of passenger (I desperately want to say ‘patient’) 12E. And this is not in hindsight, I promise. The moment I got up to let him slide through to his seat, I had a bad feeling about him. No smile, no […]

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not so haute now, i see

Haute couture (French for “high sewing” or “high dressmaking”; pronounced: [ot kutyʁ], English pronunciation: /ˌoʊt kuːˈtʊər/) refers to the creation of exclusive custom-fitted clothing. Haute couture is made to order for a specific customer, and it is usually made from high-quality, expensive fabric and sewn with extreme attention to detail and finished by the most experienced and capable seamstresses, often using time-consuming, hand-executed techniques. Couture is […]

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milk

When I started this blog I was hoping that it would serve as some kind of forum for discussion of subjects both serious and puerile. I don’t know. Maybe I’m flattering myself in thinking that my drawings could provoke some kind of a written reaction from people. Perhaps I’m delusional in assuming that if one […]

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appendix

  You know how I’ve been feeling really sick lately? I got a little better, then crashed back down again. Yesterday morning I woke up with a sharp pain in my right side. I was on my back the whole day watching TV wondering what the fuck was wrong with me. Then a thought came […]

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camel stain

  I’m really not trying to be rude. I try to be the most polite I can be, but sometimes interacting with other people in this country puts your best behavior to the test. You just want to say, “May you drown in your own camel piss, you honking, self-important, microphallic armpit!” But instead you […]

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Traffic Lights & Other Observations|Why I’m an Idiot and Not a Very Polite Person Sometimes

To all of this, my mom’s repeated words to me, “Just let it go! Ish3alaich minhum?” What? Just let men stare at me because they feel it’s their divine right? And it’s not as if they find me attractive because my looks don’t appeal to the Kuwaiti, Middle Eastern, Indian, or Philipino (actually they don’t […]

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