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"How could such a pretentious piece of crap movie represent the inside of your head?"

"Practices

Ushers, survived as dramatic part.
Tumour of tract of marrow establishes the world.
Never evinces full, as possible as way.
Plainly shews.
The fresh landing pitches overboard, racing.

As able as power, a terrible second records the interest.

For authorities whose hopes

Now practices that mother widowed.
The domain shows.
Dead.
Prove, as lovely as a suntan.
Renders to that competition, writing like the collapse.
His good way handles one lad little.
Rents work.

Rents vertigo.
Rents the tenant.
Rents crew."

--Erica T Carter, 2004

Gyat.

"Huge throes ran through his equatorial coil" --Roy Campbell

"...it would be unfortunate if, as with Tolkien's boring hobbits, a cute little cult of Antiterra developed (with maps, and vocabulary, and sinchilla mantillas). That is not likely to happen."