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Quote: "Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us." --Bill Watterson, cartoonist, Calvin and Hobbes
20020401
He, Alex, stood at the hilly precipice, looking on. I, with a remote in my hand, sat two feet below. He gazed lamely at the airplane that was flying. [3 hidden sentences, embarrassing]
"Watch out!" He cried. The plane nearly hit the ground, but I manage to pull it up. [2 hidden sentences, lame piece of erotica]
"No." He said. He climbed down quickly and I stood up. Presently he went behind me and put his hands over mine in an effort to control the remote. "Don't let the plane go up too much, or it'll stall."
It was hot, but still, I enjoy the body heat that he gave off. I said, "Yeah, I got it."
"You sure?" He let go of the remote, I was hit with a vague sense of disappointment.
"Maybe not." Then he took the remote from me, and moved away to land the plane himself. What a plane fanatic, I thought. He hoped to be a pilot someday.
[Edited 20040531: vain attempt at turning blog into story, hidden, view source]
"Watch out!" He cried. The plane nearly hit the ground, but I manage to pull it up. [2 hidden sentences, lame piece of erotica]
"No." He said. He climbed down quickly and I stood up. Presently he went behind me and put his hands over mine in an effort to control the remote. "Don't let the plane go up too much, or it'll stall."
It was hot, but still, I enjoy the body heat that he gave off. I said, "Yeah, I got it."
"You sure?" He let go of the remote, I was hit with a vague sense of disappointment.
"Maybe not." Then he took the remote from me, and moved away to land the plane himself. What a plane fanatic, I thought. He hoped to be a pilot someday.
[Edited 20040531: vain attempt at turning blog into story, hidden, view source]
