― mike (ro)bott, Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:10 (twenty-three years ago)
― jel -- (jel), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:14 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s (mark s), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:14 (twenty-three years ago)
― ron (ron), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:16 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:18 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:20 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:34 (twenty-three years ago)
And like Lloyd Cole.
― Nicole (Nicole), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:36 (twenty-three years ago)
― ron (ron), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:53 (twenty-three years ago)
― Nicole (Nicole), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:53 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:55 (twenty-three years ago)
― ron (ron), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:59 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett (Ned), Saturday, 21 September 2002 16:59 (twenty-three years ago)
"he gives me pleasure..."
― mike (ro)bott, Saturday, 21 September 2002 17:02 (twenty-three years ago)
Cold, delicately as the dark snow,A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;Two eyes serve a movement, that nowAnd again now, and now, and now
Sets neat prints into the snowBetween trees, and warily a lameShadow lags by stump and in hollowOf a body that is bold to come
Across clearings, an eye,A widening deepening greenness,Brilliantly, concentratedly,Coming about its own business
Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of foxIt enters the dark hole of the head.The window is starless still; the clock ticks,The page is printed.
― Ted Huge (Jerrynipper), Saturday, 21 September 2002 17:03 (twenty-three years ago)
change to "sudden sharp hott stink of foXXX"
― ron (ron), Saturday, 21 September 2002 17:05 (twenty-three years ago)
― katie (katie), Sunday, 22 September 2002 07:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― Dr. C (Dr. C), Sunday, 22 September 2002 09:36 (twenty-three years ago)
"So, I've decided to take my work back underground, to stop it falling into the wrong hands"
― Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Monday, 23 September 2002 11:30 (twenty-three years ago)
― gramps, Thursday, 5 August 2004 02:17 (twenty-one years ago)
― Rockist_Scientist (rockist_scientist), Thursday, 5 August 2004 02:21 (twenty-one years ago)
― AdamL :') (nordicskilla), Thursday, 5 August 2004 02:22 (twenty-one years ago)
― x j e r e m y (x Jeremy), Thursday, 5 August 2004 02:23 (twenty-one years ago)
― Leon Czolgosz (Nicole), Thursday, 5 August 2004 02:34 (twenty-one years ago)
why late at night in the u.k. does ilb get all foxxed out?
― Another Muzak from a Diffident Lichen (James Redd and the Blecchs), Thursday, 9 June 2011 14:15 (fifteen years ago)
We recommend avoiding general and often dehumanizing “the” labels such as the poor, the mentally ill, the French, the disabled, the college-educated. Instead, use wording such as people with mental illnesses. And use these descriptions only when clearly relevant.— APStylebook (@APStylebook) January 26, 2023
― mookieproof, Thursday, 26 January 2023 18:07 (three years ago)
People with Frenchness
― here you go, muttonchops Yaz (gyac), Thursday, 26 January 2023 18:12 (three years ago)