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| michael'sfat boy p.o.w. m.i.a. ballpoint pen, sausage, batting stats, sites, casque, member login, money, xxxxx, best seller, fat boy slim, surround sound, hip hop, wordssong lyrics gary moore fat boy a different beat, consumer reviews, movie reviews, live photos, | He would practice when his mother wasn't close by. He would imagine that he was gliding slowly through the cool dark water as if it was his air, his enormous body graceful in its weightlessness as he hunted octopus. But every so often he would catch a glimpse of a tentacle being sucked back into the blackness of a good hiding place soul and the doubts would begin to soul build, the questions. How badly did he want soul to breathe? Couldn't he stay there just a bit longer, just long enough for him to stab at the blackness with his trident? Sometimes he lingered, becoming dizzy, briefly satisfied, but the fear and the need to breathe would inevitably force his mouth open and the precious air would rush in. About the author: Antonios Maltezos believes every writer should have a room up in a tower with windows like gun turrets. Built for writing and nothing else, it would be easier to leave it behind and join the rest of humanity from time to time. |
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| Views Article Discussion Edit this page live photos History Personal tools live photos Sign in / create account Navigation Main Page Community Portal Current events Recent changes Random article Help Contact Wikipedia Donations Search Toolbox live photos What links here Related changes Upload file Special pages Printable versionPermanent linkCite this article In other languages Česky Deutsch Español Français Nederlands 日本語 Polski Русский This page was last modified 23:14, 16 March 2006. All text is available under the terms of the GNU Free Documentation License (see Copyrights for details). Wikipedia® is a registered trademark of the Wikimedia Foundation, Inc. Privacy policy About Wikipedia Disclaimers Fat Boy Breathing by Antonios Maltezos She always hated to hear the air rushing through his open mouth. You sound too much like your father, she would say, when his lungs were full of the cursed disease. He had become quite adept at breathing quietly, secretly, sometimes hardly breathing at all. |
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