1698 10 5
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"She had been warned." (this started as a fun alien story and then took a human turn.)
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169832
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So I'm digging, clawing the black earth, disappearing in its ore and shadow.
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16971413
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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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169777
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The mountains of humility went silent, / the rain of regency dried its eyes
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1697107
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She thrust her proboscis through seven layers of dermis and began to suck, filling her belly with his Welbutrin and Xanax infused blood.
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169766
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4. A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
> > (In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
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16971415
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There he was, naked and covered in green mud
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16971011
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The man of a thousand faces was defunct.
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16971412
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A sweet fog rises to the rafters. Inhale.
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169700
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...It's my advice that this Fourth of July the Office of Homeland Security post the following instructions on your web site www.Ready.gov — people should act like my dog Lucy and just stay inside under the bed and tremble...
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169740
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She collects slowly
The pieces
Each one
Heavy with grief
Precious and
Also bitter
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169733
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Don't feed it to the dog, it has bones, it is a whole goddamn chicken in a can, and I can't stress that enough. Besides one year you gave me a toilet seat for Christmas. I couldn't even eat that Ky
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1696108
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A dark girl, quite poor, maybe three, maybe four, leaned on a statue of a horse and his man. (The rider rode him in place, but as if in a race.) Her dress needed patching, her heart needed smoothing. She'd tried to sell…
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169652
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And the voodoo pins pinged as, folding and imploding, she was reduced to a petro-chemical puddle.
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169610
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After nine months, I was granted early parole...
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169675
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He drifted for years: No forwarding. No phone.
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169662
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I flip up my hoodie, pull the string tight across my lips until it cuts into them, pull tighter, saw back and forth until blood warms the hairs on my chin.
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16951710
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“What are you doing, Maestro?"
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169521
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She stepped into a pair of high heeled slippers and began to dance. She was Salome, a witch, dancing like the most beautiful, the most skilled whores of Paris.
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169511
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Eyes so much deeper, that the internal flow could not hope to equal the intensity fired beyond iris, pupil and sclera. So blue, that life could not exist in the fragile shape of his heart, blue veins outlining an ever enlargening circumference…
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1695116
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He has stubby, rough little fingers. Good.
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169572
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French pee runs stronger, less minty. In France the world' a pissoir.
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1695108
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La Petite Ange had lived all her life in Paris under the strange architectural twists of Notre Dame. She had been a Bluebell girl once, kicking her surprisingly long legs into the air to the delight of plumbers and Prince du…
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169410
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“What I really want to know is, why is a straight guy called Caspar opening a lesbian leather bar in Berlin anyway?” Shona asked. “Schöneberg must really be going to the dogs.”
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1694109
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The tiny green light flashing in the lawn of an apartment building one night that caught Roberta’s attention while we were walking home from Café Vita.
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169422
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The rain fell from the roof. It fell from my voice and and my eyes. Toshiro's Kukichiro stomped gutshot through the mud with his katana. Young and beautiful, Mifumi died there on the screen though he doesn't really die for fifty or more years, they think from something…
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169410
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[CAUTION: TO PREVENT ELECTRIC SHOCK, DO NOT REMOVE COVER. NO USER-SERVICEABLE PARTS INSIDE. REFER SERVICE TO QUALIFIED SERVICE PERSONNEL.]
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1693108
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Time to pull in the shining teeth, but it makes me so sad, you know I'd rather be holding hands. The others have told me, don't hold back, hit them with every white knuckle, and let them bleed out, I'd rather be kissing your face. It hurts,…
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169397
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A man lives with a woman he loves enough to live with, but not enough to marry and not enough for kids. He knows he could love others enough to marry, enough for kids, but he's not the kind of man to find those women when he's with this woman.Sometimes “love”…
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1693128
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No fuckin' way, Maude. Excuse me, but you know I can't stand that bag of wind. No way.
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