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His pinky nail creeps dangerously closer to talon.

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Digging through mud is a thankless job.

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Flying horses are freaks of nature.

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Greatness begins here.

(since I forgot about 05/17/08)

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Crabby aged souls mock the intensity of green-mouthed babes.

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Oh, woe is you, untamed melody disguised as wit.

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Stray laces are the serpents of low tuft landscapes.

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To fear, is there nothing? 

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Sliced skin goes better with guilt.

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It's as small as a hair is wide.

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It's as good as it gives.

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It's so queasy being green.

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Wait wait weight.

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Undo is just a minor cop out.

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Your sincerity is a dull knife in a fresh wound.

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It's the sound of one hand slapping.

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Her arsenal was comprised of a target beam of love.

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Your ego has legs of its own.

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Ram was the identified source of sprinkle.

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The back of his eyelids were stained a surreal kaleidoscope.