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His mouth smiled but his icy eyes did not. "You like it?," he asked with a thin deflated voice. "Old family recipe. Enjoy."
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The end is rehearsed over and over;/
in a world without heaven all is farewell.
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the dogneck gave no support
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The Marigold gloves are yellow (figures!) and medium, the apron ironed with a touch of starch added...
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The end will film itself/
in charred, eviscerated bodies
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It's a pretty strange feeling when you think you're about to bite into some ice cream and instead it's gazpacho.
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I may be the shadow that I am, but I only ever loved you.
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And I just want to say that my morning song is better than yours. I want you to hear it buzzing in me like an old radiator. I want you to do what you’ve done before. To press your ear against the skin and listen for the static.
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No one is a Puritan under all that powder!
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"Lately I've been thinking a baby's the only way I might be able to hang on to you."
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Newhouse returned his gaze to his wet palm, which he lifted to his nose with suspicion, sniffed again and again, then struggled to move out from under the growing stream.
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you choose to be mine
when you take hold of my hand -
silently, i'm yours
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Reining her small hands around the molded handle grips, her bottom bouncing athwart and wildly off the seat, Symphony wrenches her center of gravity inward, commandeering as much control from the road it would allow. With her breaks behaving as stubborn
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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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Marlene smiles at me with her lips pressed together. The young girl standing with her can't be more than fourteen or fifteen although she is tall for her age. She too smiles. She has an intricate set of braces on her teeth. I can't tell if Marlene has teeth
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We spend life, or much of it rather, chasing epiphanies promised to us by hip prophets and free spirits.
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This couldn’t be a bar; I was with my mother. It took a few seconds for the collision of senses to clear, and I realized the restaurant had not only one, but two flat screen televisions hung in their dining room, and a fake fire blazing in the fireplace.
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Control and decorum. Manners. Practice such to protect yourself and others.
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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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I formed a snowball in my bare hands. Hard as a rock, I let her fly.
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There's a man sitting in my room holding a jar of my ashes. That's what he claims.
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Your writing offended the editors greatly, and we would select certain word choices we disliked, but we truly hated every word, including mere articles, prepositions, and conjunctions.
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weep or go stark mad your amanuensic fool will bury your words
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I’ve been such a fool, so reckless and untrue.
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He'd tend the door himself in high lace up boots, orange rhinestone hot pants, a tight black t-shirt, and black boa with orange swirl.
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180897
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They say
it was like an elephant
married to a dove.
Imagine, me,
a dove!
Ridículo!
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‘Look, look, Quark. Look here. Warthearm. A shiny warthearm.’ Maz was on his elbows and knees, his fat ass sticking out in their air like two cannon-balls ready to be shot off. He was peering at a long, shapeless earthworm, its skin translucent and i
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Let there fly the sticky platypus of love, resplendent beak of the sleek.
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Rose, silence her desire when she, in this moment of desire, has passed into the grey and dawdles in the margins of such a hurtful unconventionality. Bend her astray from such a becoming. It would be a horror show: intimate, endless, and bloody, just the
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