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Araman’s Net User Note: Hanging down by a Liquor store in one of the lesser sections of the city, I happened to be passing an apartment that was being raided by the police. Sneaking into the Communications van, I updated my blog entry, while placing the location of a fellow hobo – a drainpipe, on the list as a Drug dealing spot. (Stephen really should not of stolen my Tissue Boxes.)

Sitting upon a garden hedge bordering the road, I was pleasantly rubbing my tongue upon my fleshy crater-like gums while soaking up the warmth of the sun. Sniffing the city air and scratching recurrently in no place more than once – I was pleasantly reflecting to myself, keeping to myself. Swiftly, I was thrown into state of extreme consciousness, edging on hostility as a slightly moist ball of rice slapped me on the top of the head. Quickly I looked around me – everyone looked suspicious. After gaining no closure on the identity of the culprit – I settled myself back down, concluding it could only have been one person: That Indian Doctor.

Composed by Joel at 4:52 pm


Monday, April 03, 2006 Ambushed by Rice Balls Araman’s Net User Note: Hanging down by a Liquor store in one of the lesser sections of the city, I happened to be passing an apartment that was being raided by the police. Sneaking into the Communications van, I updated my blog entry, while placing the location of a fellow hobo – a drainpipe, on the list as a Drug dealing spot. (Stephen really should not of stolen my Tissue Boxes.) Sitting upon a garden hedge bordering the road, I was pleasantly rubbing my tongue upon my fleshy crater-like gums while soaking up the warmth of the sun. Sniffing the city air and scratching recurrently in no place more than once – I was pleasantly reflecting to myself, keeping to myself. Swiftly, I was thrown into state of extreme consciousness, edging on hostility as a slightly moist ball of rice slapped me on the top of the head. Quickly I looked around me – everyone looked suspicious. After gaining no closure on the identity of the culprit – I settled myself back down, concluding it could only have been one person: That Indian Doctor. Composed by Joel at 4:52 pm Comments: Post a Comment << Home	ARAMAN PROOLKS An atypical itinerant homeless man. Honest, entertaining and refreshingly original.
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