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Fight the sea
We will fight and I will win
Nothing you could drink from
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
Going home to farm. Going home to die.
When the seagulls follow the trawler, it is because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea.
Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
In the end it did not matter. The ocean was still there.
Born from a glacier, hatched by a volcano, gone to the sea
One by one we threw our eyes into the sea
To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
Münchausen syndrome by proxy
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
Nobody cares who would win a fistfight between Anne Frank and Lizzie Borden
Who would win in a knife fight between Webster 1913 and Vulgar Tongue 1811 on the moon?
Until today, it really pissed me off that I'd become this totally centered Zen Master and nobody had noticed
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