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No, it was from Sonic. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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“You could be my silver springs” - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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He saw nothing but her clear, true eyes, frightened by the same joy of love which filled his own heart. Those eyes beamed nearer to him, dazzling him with their glow of love. She stopped so close that she touched him. Her arms rose and her hands dropped on his shoulders. She had done everything she could—she had run up to him and given herself... - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
All that night and morning Levin had lived quite unconsciously, and felt quite outside the conditions of material existence. He had not eaten for a whole day, had not slept for two nights, had spent several hours half-dressed and exposed to the frost, yet he felt not only fresher and better than ever before, but quite independent of his body: he... - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
Subbing has made me realize. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
AAAAWWWWW YYYEEEEEAAAAAAHHHH - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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The New University - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
If I said you had a beautiful Furby would you hold it against me? - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
I passed by a redbox the other day and there were more people standing in line waiting than there ever were at any one time inside a Blockbuster. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
Got a call this morning and google voice translated my name as “take up much penis”.
Jacob Martinez —> Take up much penis - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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There was no need to ask him why he was there. She knew as well as if he had told her, that he was there in order to be where she was. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
“I am small, like the wren, and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur, and my eyes like the sherry in the glass that the guest leaves.” - Emily Dickinson - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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Franco Nero (KEOMA, DIE HARD 2) stars as the lone stranger who roams the West dragging a coffin filled with chaos towards a destiny ruled by vengeance. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
Found in a trashcan at Rack Room Shoes - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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Special time of year - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
Chief Medical Officers from Star Trek in order of best to worst. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
What exactly is going on here? - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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I’m so sad that I haven’t been blogging as much as I used to. But work and grad school is attempting to make an adult out of me.
Soon I will be free. Soon. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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Through contact, each person has the chance to meet the world outside himself nourishingly. Over and over, he makes the contact, each moment’s meeting ending immediately and a new moment of contact following upon the heels of the old. I touch you, I talk to you, I smile at you, I see you, I ask you, I receive you, I know you, I want you; all in... - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
However, such phobic-like excommunication of all that is topical makes the process vulnerable to involutions of self-awareness, so narrow in scope that they twist inward into ever-decreasing smallness. By the time this inbreeding runs its course, we could become our own grandfathers. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
New Invention: Heated Sink - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
I subbed for a second grade class today. During some free time, a boy said he was bored and had nothing to do but that he liked to color. So I had him recreate two of my favorite paintings without him actually having seen the paintings (I drew the outlines and told him to color the rest any way he wanted).
I think he did a good job. - http://jacobmartinez.org/post...
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