"have a seat in the catapult"
"the perpetual postponement of the pragmatists' picnic"
"you know what's best for me"
"the tyranny of white space"
"in the android nursery"
"i'm going to sleep at sunset"
"i pray to scary jesus"
"death ray wedding"
"bathing in the hated springs of middle school paranoia"
"the devil fails the tickle test
"(he's) a man made of theories"
"painting with a cleft palette"
"preaching from the hip" or "preach first and ask forgiveness later"
"sunlight smacks the breeze"
"drinking in the river"
"(we are) brothers of the angle"
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this is the subset of what goes on in my head that is fortunate enough to make the treacherous journey through the nerves in my neck, arms, and hands, down through my fingertips and onto the keyboard, through the wires, the computer, and the network, across the country on fiber optic lines, finding a permanent home in the electric memory of some server in san francisco.
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