Glenn Reynolds Says"Gon' git me some KY and do me some GOB's!"
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2003-12-09 - 7:43 p.m. No Imagination Required. I got an entry that needs little to no elaboration. As a matter of fact, try not to picture a squat fat-headded bald guy in a pea coat, eating a Big Mac without a wrapper on Public Transit during after work shoulder to shoulder rush hour. Now try not to imagine him eating it in 4 bites. Spit it OUT, Snapperhead! 0 of you fuckers have been accounted for. 2003-12-09 - 3:02 p.m. So what the fuck, right? I go for a couple weeks doin multiple entries a day, when POOF! I got nothing to say. Well, not so far as to say actually "nothing", but nothing I wanna type into a journal entry. My mind's been in the Well again. Too many stories, too few fingers, too narrow a focus. I have to get a few down - legible-style - for January. At least some. Since starting the Turning Game, the plot and characters have changed somewhat, and the intro needs re-writing. I HATE re-writng. So I may just start typing after Ash and Zack meet. When the weird shit happens. It started gelling about then. Fuck it. Nothing to see here. Keep fucking moving. Spit it OUT, Snapperhead! 0 of you fuckers have been accounted for. Y'can't Keep a Fringe Man Down. - 2005-08-03 So Long, Fucko's. - 2004-02-02 Feedback. - 2004-01-31 Chapter 1 - Clang-Bang - 2004-01-30 The Tattooed Infant - 2004-01-29 
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