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Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art.

Bill Barich

Hatchery fish have the same colours, but they always seem muted like bad reproductions of great art.
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Art Lakes Reproduction Sea
H. L Mencken’s Dictionary of the American Language supplies a long list of slang terms for being drunk, but the Irish are no slouches, either.
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Country Drunk Language Long Tree
The writer’s life: Hard days, lots of work, no money, too much silence. Nobody’s fault. You chose it.
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Faults Much Nobody Silence
I walked to the lake and sat on the shore for a few minutes, just staring at the moonlight on the water. Moonlight never gets old.
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Fishing Minute Old Rivers Sea
Losers walking around with money in their pockets are always dangerous, not to be trusted. Some horse always reaches out and grabs them.
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Gambling Horse Pockets Trusted
They’re spannered, rat-arsed, cabbaged, and hammered; ruined, legless, scorched, and blottoed; or simply trolleyed or sloshed.
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Blottoed Hammered Legless Simply Sloshed
In Kerry, you’re said to be flamin’; in Waterford, you’re in the horrors; and in Cavan, you’ve gone baloobas, a tough one to wrap your tongue around if you ARE baloobas. In Donegal, you’re steamin’, while the afflicted in Limerick are out of their tree.
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Horror Waterford
A good writer refuses to be socialized. He insists on his own version of things, his own consciousness. And by doing so he draws the reader’s eye from its usual groove into a new way of seeing things.
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Consciousness Eye Reeder Usual Way

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