Here it is, folks: the penultimate paragraph in the most hotly-anticipated book of all time. I stole it from Gawker, and have secreted it over the jump so as to preserve the innocence of any innocents who happen to stumble across the demented galaxy which is the ol’ raincoaster blog.
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There are no words for this…at least, none in English. Indeed, Bjork is obviously not the only kooky musical Icelander. This may not make Paul Oscar a global superstar, but whatever. It doesn’t matter. He’s still got his poetry.
blame Perez for passing it along.
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This is the kind of thing I think about ALL THE TIME. Oh, goody: a soul mate!
via Defamer
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Yep, another spookily accurate one. Wow, is this guy stalking me? Kool: haven’t had a stalker in ages!
Your Toes Should Be Blue |
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Your ideal guy: Zany, hilarious, and totally unpredictable. Stay away from: Anyone who has to get up for work in the morning |
What Color Should Your Toenails Be?
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Had a great time last night. As far as I can tell.
Phoebie‘s right: the good stuff doesn’t hurt as much the next day.
But still…
Posting will be light today. Enjoy the raincoaster randomizer in the top right-hand corner of the blog if you get bored.
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