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The anaerobic threshold is for those who whiff it.

Ashes to ashes, insulin to insulin.

Or tobacco to caffeine.

Them.

Friends forever on the germ tip.

I'm attracted but still aching.

Different qualities vein and branch out on the cranial chemical map.

This may explain how we lead completely normal lives rather than building and testing prototypes.

Gone grieving.

Every night he flies around the world like a hot fudge sundae.

Feet at 11.

The Funnel's Back, Hands On Angela Bassett

Stalin Falls the Rain.

Lightning makes a useful proxy for injured female birds.

Another plane!

The panic from just outside is jet streaks of higher wind.

My story has a bing-bong full of holes.

Buy Kiefer Sutherland at Amazon.com and save!

There are lots of moose calves now.

The mutilated word.

You watched the maps or studied the surfaces.

Now you need the kernels of my very own tank.

There's always Palestinian employees and their families.

Several burning buildings.

I try to think of the pain I never saw.

I have learned much in my life.

Mainly inflow dominated dorothy vortex signatures.

Trent Lott resigns - "the motherfucker!"

Generation shmeneration.

That wall of the updraft is back, formed under the photovoltaic dust of the mesocyclone.

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This handbook is in touch with the equilibrium of your inner environment.

When people get about eight hours of sleep they'd be mad for some other reason.

Shake-Up At Skate Park.

Floors can provide good exercise and burn calories.

Sure it's high quality, it's insulin!

19 gum chewing patients were able to move their bowels earlier than non-gum chewing patients.

Curl up in bed and stay there through Friday.

Math Result Not Representable

It's that strict glaecaemic (glucose, self-care, the list goes on).

Avoid rooms with no exits.

The children did not look at the sky: it was forbidden.

Such people are advised to be confident and that the daily boredom of life will pay off in the long run.

Complete with a standardized quarterly report form.

to truncate the players.

All women are not Helen.

In the dialysis segment changing ballasts is somewhat more difficult.

People interested in prison reform and their eating habits.

The small birds draw large subtropic, language-turtle lessons.

Rachel Levitsky for president!

And leeward le boner, the one I gave senso.

Doomed to become mere words.

Everything in three languages: Cheddar, Biztech and Jigawa.

The cells which make insulin have been destroyed by the British-American Tobacco Industry.

Our eyes are usually bigger than our pessimistic attitudes.

All I have is a voice: "Who meeps the sponge of meager?"

Let the censorship begin!

The tops of trees are concluding lines.

Feather your anger and fear with Active Booster formulas.

Her Daughters Feedback His Problems

Started bringing her fresh flowers instead of sulfonylurea overdoses.

He talked about the promise that human embryonic stem cell

The love I feel for this is akin to insulinoma gender & war & Arafat.

Lactate green tube tops for growth hormone.

Cure diabetes on the radio.

Inject a million islet cells after celebrating Mass as Hitler's tanks and storm troopers sweep the grounds.

What would be good to see? Low turnout in Serbian poll or "Goldmember"?

If the universe has a goal, it is for each of us to imagine we know what "a free people" means.

Tough choices.

A headline with several words.

Estate Sports Travel Traffic Weather Wheels Shocker

This headline is shorter.

Milwaukee Suburb Shocker

Yogurt is a very interesting compound. If it worked.

Note horrid rise in iatrogenic hypoglycemia deaths.

Toll Free Beef.

Secreting pituitary tumors

I'm on the increased amino acid uptake and protein synthesis hypoadrenalism tip.

People with rare diseases can cause hands and feet to stick together.

Exterminate them like mice.

Sense intravascular osmotic pressure.

Let's stick together.

All I have is a voice.

It is a flower in a bony socket called the sella turcica.

Every other word of my new repetition.

Honey bees killed the fence.

Backstreet Boy apologizes and fiends of Hell rejoice.

Buildings grope the sky, having slept in wet meadows.

Wire pipelining by the hum of a warm afternoon.

the haircuts of hockey men


The proper handling of cow manure.

I found a connection there, Nick and his mob buddy Lefty.

Existence is futile in Los Angeles.

White in the air, white in the trees, 4 hours of sex in the city and my popularity is gone.

No one cares, Larry.

Very small bites, fanning the fires.

There is a welling within me for fanny lifts.

I think, therefore I fuck.

Scary Farm.

A banjo of situps.

I'm trapped here.

I see being diabetic as being my own fucking fault for being fucking fat.

He would run home as soon as he woke up.

Homemade Bong.

Vegans Suck.

I know why I keep on getting hits from google, it's because I just sit around all day lusting for a portal of pork.

A flautist's mouth will stay like that for many days.

Hey California! Model your eyebrows!

First guess, best guess.

Fuck comes from the Middle English fucken, as in "das vas fucken goot!".

Spout random bad words.

Soviet canine cosmonaut.

Buy a Link. Now!

Spot a leopard thong and win a 'Rubber Duckie'.

Today I'm feeling a bit less cynical.

Date, date, date. Goose!

Anyone want to have a baby?

Straight outta Montreal.

"Lizzard With Hiccups" - Saddest Poem of 2000.

Kevin rhymes with heaven.

When I'm taking a shit I think that I need to concentrate more on my work.

It turns out rosemary isn't a shade plant after all.

Odor. Odor. Odor.

That supposes an enormous spatial search, a figment, a fissure, a rapt light that blows downwind.

Our world lies in a stupor, you fall to the dirt.

There the pink mallow grows.

No space to store the excess energy

24 feet of famine and we're feasting.

Talk on.

I was blunted, postprandial, under the curve of my severe claudication.

Dr. X steers us in the daily excess of that needed.

You have a runny nose, but maintain a high level of nutrition.

Little capillaries create a stream but I don't want to get into that.

Are you sensitive?

Do you smoke? Do you develop serious adverse drug reactions?

You see this all the time from my cubical at an international security think tank.

I'm a professor of English at the University of Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.

There is nothing more to say, I'm sensitive.

And when I'm not sensitive, drug development companies attack via oxygen free radicals on the pancreas.

Or via sex-hormone binding globulin (I had to meet you).

A combination of edible oils from fungo-geek, cell function.

Print this page of ataxia-telangiectasia, it has fluids and insulin.

This time he listened, but it was like pulling a dandelion out by it's leaves.

Inhibitors guide our hands.

You keep pulling and you get a wash out of membrane.

Their arms feel heavy.

Asbestos alert: NO Need to Worry About Low Blood Pressure In Diabetic Rats.

The earth itself is an abominable aorta, an infusion of illegal air raids over Cambodia in 1969, a gush of blood.

What the film is this all about?

Negative I on the sofa.

Offset their losses with Santa Clauses.

Vacuum the unit ball.

How many 8's in 11?

How many at your dumb funeral feast?

They can't see why they are hated


Squibb Company.

Dalai Lama letter, found during a physical examination, is apparently a hoax.

My garden hose breeds endless generations of mid-sized Europeans.

News please.

I'm not alone in tying the drug war to a serious FLOOD OF DEATH.

However, tablets encompass the entire scope of antifungal agents.

Investor window.

Watching your brother on "Tales of the Highway Patrol."

That's mighty singing you're requesting.

The surveillance camera is the single best source of information regarding you and your health.

Old words, good words.

This is a stick up!

She has beauty, brains and a stalker for a metaglip.

Steroid usage in the latest stock information.

The looper of these pulses, its divisions or subsidiaries.

This is what Mother handed down to us - techno-poetry.

::[post] 11th hr Reality Smear::

Specific help for the following conditions: Addis Ababa, human bird deficiency, Canada.

That very bird, that very austere and transparent bird.

Let's use their insulin.

Syringes designed to remove surgical blades.

Play Dikembe.

Waste can cut down waste volume by as much as 90%.

Clobbering Scott.

Inserts surgically-altered retina just under the skin and into the abdomen.

Michael Palmer's Without Lancets.

Of Test Srips And Insulin

Let's keep drugs out of our water supply and remove biomedical shark waste.

Between the watch and the wrist.

Lucy at the assembly line.

I'm here to check for a reduced price.

Technique free operation.

When I was a boy I'd take the chicken off of the radiator.

When there's nothing else to do I watch memory wound you.

The carpet of Sally Skapinsky.

Ask the newscaster when "News For The Dead" is going to be on.

letter to Bush

Though it isn't raining, an elderberry bush told him that it might.

Try listening: No WaR Park will be either talking on the telephone or typing.

White board on wall, garden on the Black Island Trail, we're all going to die.

Time is on.

That explains why my bowels went south on Wednesday instead of Tuesday.

First person, best person.

Chico is still sleeping, so is Harp.

Pick a poem, any poem.

Chico may be late.

Paragraph.

We'll get things going again in 20 minutes.

Hangs up the telephone and says loudly, "If you're Australian, help your fucking self!"

But don't leave until those reports done.

15-year-old creatina looking for Rodefer and getting gray hair.

Two Goofballs Grapple

I'm not alone in the war on drugs, I'm adhering to a small snail.

Always free cheese in a mousetrap.

They're eating sandwiches through our grandparents’ noses.

There is no actual place called hell. Worship THAT! (paper in hand)

My bedpost thinks I'm a dog.

You're the dog!

Drag them down to your level like a chess player, a frivolous and unseemly chess player.

An app can't truly be labeled killer until I'm face down on the keyboard.

Nobody can ever call me a son-of-a-bitch again.

A course in speed-waiting.

Barry Manilow is one cool motherfucker.

There once was a young man from Lyme/Who couldn't get his limericks to sound the same.

Pickle a squirrel today.

Scrub a surreal landscape.

Wisdom whispers, "Where are you?"

Order off the kids menu.

I yell at people in a thick Southern drawl.

Disneyland is all theory.

My girlfriend asks me if I woke up this morning.

Bill Gates's name adding up to 666 in ASCII.

A submarine can swim.

Don't yell at me!

RATTAPALLAX

Is this computer broken or what?

Too weak to wash.

Must love Missy Love.

The office of insane tassels is decorated with obese individuals who never rise early to scream.

It's hopes like these that degrade your self with empty hopes like these.

Copper Bowl. Soccer rope.

Fa of obstrufa.

'Yep, he's still dead'

A flag loses contact with reality and flies off.

Come build an empty house of the sarcasm.

We cannot die. Well, I have and in fact I'm going - boing! - going bebe.

Here's one part of the larger market: Greed.

Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh oh.

It's the University of California at Berkeley and White all over.

My first reaction on September 11th was, of course, shock and dismay. And then I had eyebrights.

Straight up.

When two irate-piloted comets wire pipelining, the NAK aperatures guide our hand.

We are never selfish. We are not bad people. We are happy monsters.

Look at the sky. Our shoes are making a sandwich.

I am the gentle autumn rain, lights of something, a force field of something else.

Where is the new class without hope?

Canopy of the swollen sky with sunspots -- there's nothing else to do.

You drank wine. We are putting on our shoes or making a sandwich.

I won’t have time to explain this to the world.

The valley sleeps, crushed in a universe cordoned off with ropes.

That bloccante of the salt rule, doomed to become mere words.

It would flatten my flat.

Christ turned his singular cheek, yet Dad waits for a psychopathic god.

A girl stepped onto the lawn to throw me the bird.

I am the diamond glint flying on shrapnel and bird's wings, having slept in wet meadows.

End of the world.