Casual Observation

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   esquimaux on February 1, 2016 at 9:38 pm

   what nice images!

   I find myself remembering a scene from one of the very greatest American novels…

   …I see that every man that went in had his pockets bulging, or something muffled up under his coat, and I see it warn’t no perfumery either, not by a long sight. I smelt sickly eggs by the barrel, and rotten cabbages and such things; and if I know the signs of a dead cat being around, and I bet I do, there was sixty-four of them went in.

   I can only dream of Trump or Cruz getting the treatment Twain’s characters were about to.

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   Parallax on February 1, 2016 at 10:15 pm

   I’ll just point out that projectile vomiting and throwing tomatoes are not mutually exclusive, especially when in the cause of democracy.