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"They called him a syllannibal: a person who eats his own words. The only words he ever ate, however, were the ones he had written."
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“Are you afraid?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “I’m thrilled.”
“Thrilled?”
“Yes, I’m thrilled that something is happening to me. It’s been such a long time since anything has happened. I was getting really bored, but this is great.
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The brain had elected itself Judas, sleazy loud with silver jangling In this grand guignol of new and quickly old concussion Limbs roasted themselves to occult temperatures Yet remained whitely chilled under air that strove to rub, scrape, signify …
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Consider this. Only a sentence ago we were complete strangers, oceans of time, distance and thought between us.
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When I wake up, I am almost drowning in a sea of styrofoam.
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Things aren't going to get better are they? Would you like a sugar cube? No. Are you sure? I put acid on it. Oh, well yes, I guess then. Cool. Things might get better for a little bit then. Or horribly worse. Ha. Awesome. They taste like an orgasm…
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