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Post by Mikhael Nadyezhda Kirsanov on Jun 20, 2005 15:37:09 GMT -5
Are you cold forlorn and hungry? Are there lots of things you lack? Is your life made up of misery? Then dump the bosses off your back!
Are your clothes all torn and tattered? Are you living in a shack? Would you have your troubles scattered? Then dump the bosses off your back!
Are you almost split asunder? Bloated like a long eared jack? Boob, why don't you buck like thunder? And dump the bosses off your back!
All the agonies you suffer, You could end with one good whack. Stiffen up you orn'ry duffer, And dump the bosses off your back!
This thread brought to you by the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW), who also brought you things like, unions, the 8 hour day, and child labour laws.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 21, 2005 0:29:57 GMT -5
"Well I didn't have much of an appetite, but now that I think of it, I am hungry." Bassarov replies.
"Maybe something light like soup would be good."
"And I think I will take another nap soon anyway. You can check on the others then if you like."
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Trish Dumas
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Post by Trish Dumas on Jun 21, 2005 0:31:22 GMT -5
"Okay.."
*Trish held tightly to Linkin. She looked at her guitar case but then back into Linkin's eyes.*
"I love you."
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Post by linkin on Jun 21, 2005 0:33:39 GMT -5
"I love you two Trish, with all my heart." and then I started kissing her on the lips. I put my tomgue inside her mouth and began wrestling with her tongue.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jun 21, 2005 0:34:18 GMT -5
No, your just as important as the rest. I'll bring you some soup in a second. Helene leaves and goes to her room to grab some veggie soup she got from the cafe a few days ago. She heats it up and puts it in a ceramic bowl she bought. When she returns to Bassarov's room, she sets the soup down on the nightstand. Its Veggie Soup since I know your a vegetarian. I've got crackers too, if you want those.
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Trish Dumas
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Post by Trish Dumas on Jun 21, 2005 0:34:35 GMT -5
*She kissed her back and then broke the kiss.*
"I'm hungry."
*She laughed and rested her head on Linkin's chest.*
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Post by linkin on Jun 21, 2005 0:36:24 GMT -5
I just smiled at her and stroke her hair.
"Have you ever eaten Korean food before?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 21, 2005 0:38:34 GMT -5
"That's really thoughtful Helene." Bassarov takes the soup and eats it contently. He is hungrier than he thought, and flattered that she remembered that he is a vegetarian, though not a very strict one.
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Post by Helene DeBoís on Jun 21, 2005 0:45:20 GMT -5
Enjoy. I suppose I should shower and change before I visit anyone. I suppose I'll be back to visit later. See ya later, okay? She quietly slips back out the door and into her room.
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jun 21, 2005 0:47:22 GMT -5
"Yeah, and thanks for the soup." Bassarov lays back down and gets more rest. Hopefully he will be back to himself tomorrow.
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 1:11:54 GMT -5
Bonifaz enters Rommels office, walking right past a group of middle eastern looking guys outside. He drops a card down on his desk and takes a seat, kicking up his boots onto the desktop. "Hello "father" a card for you. Sorry it's late." (Germany's father's day is in May.) He says with a laugh. "Got anything for me to do. Oh, and there's a bunch of guys waiting outside to talk to you. I think they're Palestinians. Should I go out there and tell them we're going to liberate them?"
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Post by damek on Jun 21, 2005 1:13:43 GMT -5
(In case you missed by post, Mihoko)
"So you're pretty well known in Japan? Well, that's cool."
"I am into Dialectical monism, or Taoism to be more specific I guess. It is a kind of new thing for me, but a way to look at dialectics in a mystical sort of way. In other words, I think that the universe is one whole made up of complimentary opposites, and that progress is a natural synthesis between these opposites." He feels like he might be talking above her head.
"There's a lot to it. But the simplest way to explain it is that the universe is one dualistic truth. Also, that a person can't force change and that inaction is an action in itself. Sort of like...we have to naturally find our path in life and not get in the way of others."
"Yeah, but I am still figuring things out with that. I don't have some concrete understanding of the universe. I am just trying to take a little here and there."
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Post by Varick Rommel on Jun 21, 2005 2:34:30 GMT -5
Rommel looks up and sees his son, whom he hasn't seen since his wife died, though he's hardly excited. He leans back in his chair, crosses his arms, and stares at him sternly, without saying anything for several awkward seconds.
"Better late than never, I suppose." He finally replies.
"And remove your feet from my desk." Frederick ignores the fact that he has guests, he hates dealing with arabs, though he knows they could be used as an invaluable tool in the war against Israel should the United States more openly support them.
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Post by Bonifaz Rommel-Artz on Jun 21, 2005 2:38:23 GMT -5
"Right." He kicks his feet off the desk. "I've been around for a while, you've just been putting off seeing me. Where's Freida? Is she well?" He asks. He sits up. "So, anyway, now that you are in power and all I thought I would do a good deed and help you out."
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Post by Varick Rommel on Jun 21, 2005 2:40:50 GMT -5
Frederick crosses his arms.
"Your mother would be proud. Freida is fine, and will remain that way unless you happen to stumble into her. If I catch you near her, I won't hesitate to send you to the frontlines, understand?" Frederick says in a deep, 'don't fuck with me', fatherly, tone of voice.
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