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if tattooists don't
suffer for their art, why the
hell should their clients?...
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who knew a load of pricks could make something so beautiful?...
(17 Syllables)
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Blancmangetout: very, very sweet peas...
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If a glass of juice a day raises the risk of cancer
(news item), don't drink it out of a glass. Simples.
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Who doesn't like a 3-liner? (Quite a few of you don't, apparently.) Well, I'll have you know that many a critic has said of my work "at least it's in English" - and as for the great Stephen Fry, he once said of me "Vincent who?" Let's just say I supply the litter to the litterati [sic - but only at times] - ie: I write rubbish. But rubbish mostly inspired by the HAIKU, the 17th Century Japanese verse form consisting of 3 lines and 17 (5-7-5) syllables. (WARNING: flash photography and limericks)
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