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marshmallows

are everywhere
and the dogs don't seem to like them
moreover the shoes
are too intimate
with their surface area
sticky
and white

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  1. are they roasted?

    I lurv roasted marshmallows

    :)

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  2. no. they are spewn from shooters. next time you come over, you can make your own. my mom bought pvc pipe and generic marshmallows and we all made little guns. ok, so mine was little. nathaniel's was enormous and complicated...

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  3. I'm always amazed at how unnatural marshmallows are. You know? It's like the engineers at NASA decided to get involved in food processing.

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  4. mini-mallow war!!!!!
    darn, i ate my ammo...

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  5. (re David) I feel that way about jello. I like eating it, but I never really feel like I'm consuming a food product. It's the food-version of playing dress-up. Let's eat a pretend food. Like something out of Hook.

    (re Emily) Don't worry, I have back-up in the vanity. Of course, all my bobby pins smell like mallows...

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  6. aw man! you were just HERE!! and we didn't have a WAR!!!

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