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Creativity starves insanity
Tried to compete against a toddler in a little stare down on a train ride. She kept laughing it off and looking at her clueless dad. He kept trying to assess the situation but always a few seconds too late. The taunting became a little game in the game itself to her. She had it all wrapped up. Then she laughed out loud and the pacificer fell out of her mouth and down into the space usually taken up by litterbugs. Vile sections. Gunky. Her dad picked up the pacifier and jammed it right back into her unwanting mouth. Cruel. But the station was already here.
Decided to see if the Phantom Zone was still in business around somewhere far from the regular traffic of feet. And yes they were. A sale was being had with only two people in the store. Back issues for one whole dollar and trade paperbacks for ten of them. There was nothing worth looking through the many, many boxes for. If the establishment cannot bother to order their comics—even alphabetical would have been nice—then it isn't worth anyone's time. And no one else remained.
The chance was had to expose the skin to some unusual and odd tanning techniques, namely like a wrap around the neck and two toned hands. It was taken away by the multi-leveling of the shopping mall with an unhourly right time for teenagers who would be in school. Up, down, and getting lost with no one around, walked home in a state of daze clutching a Spider-Man four disc set. Finally.
But the minutes focussing on the state of the corners and folds missed out on the entirely numbing scenery covering the creases on the actual front of the cover.
Oh.
Soon Van - Saturday, 15 February 2003 - 10:34
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