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I was about to answer when that something emerged from the woods. It was not an animal, after all, but a woman dressed all in brown. She approached our porch windows. I shuddered and turned away. But her coming was inevitable. When I turned back, she
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list:
almond message oil
almond sunset tea
dark chocolate 80%
dry rhubarb soda
lavender bath oil
musk candles
red light bulb
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Is: soozly, soggly, 'shrooms and shrimp, chickens and eggs-dropped, skinny brown smooths,snappyish peas and humblestumblingin hothappy broth.
These flinging…
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On the eve of celebrating their patron saint at the public house, one of his particularly cabbaged mates was bold enough to ask him about his cranial deformity.
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If all the world had one neck, I would have clenched my hands around it and squeezed until everything went black.
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Janice liked me being in the closet while she brought dudes home from the Mack. We both liked it, but sometimes, sitting on that folding chair for that twenty minutes among her clothes, all perfume-stanky and leather-smell, it felt like the whole world wa
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Instead of these gew-gaw ‘signs’ you waffle about, I will give you reality
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The last time they made love she could feel the hint of pain and loss which would become her.
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Every day the trains transported the young and successful and the not so young and less successful who belonged to the five buildings.
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It was too late to be eponymous. I was happy enough to be an emulator. But even then, my ideas were nothing but re-runs of re-runs. Like a high-school production of Macbeth.
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Slipstream features strange events in a typical world whereas New Weird features typical events in a strange world.
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I felt/
no need to show what I had made/
to anybody else.
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“We don’t drop litter. Pick it up.”
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Cheater was a Goblin. He carried a long knife, not quite a sword, but more than your average pocket blade.
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The grenadier moans in his sleep. He’s making love with a dead brown woman. A small, bone thin woman with heavy milk
full breast. A dead child’s milk.
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I was good-looking, marketable and ambitious. And that never hurt anyone cracking it big ...
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Back when Richard was still skinny and mean, we fought at The Island. He broke a pool stick over my head. I bruised more than his ego. We fought over a woman, as always. We were best friends and that’s what we did.
W
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There were trees where I lived
and clean pavement
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“Mescaline occurs naturally in our bodies, you know,” I said.
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The field opens up to us like something born.
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Others climbed
trees for a
hopeful sighting.
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I doused back three Buds in the time it took him to detest a variety of subjects including the naivety of quantum physics and pregnant women.
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Cherry was America's least favorite pie. Her mother made it every year for her father's birthday because "daddy doesn't like cake." America had to wash the bowls, the wooden spoon, the plates and finally the Pyrex dish. Her brother got to "contribute" by climbing the tree…
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So when they shake a finger, when they yell, she remembers Miss Whalen saying, “It’s not for keeps.”
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In the evidence of broad daylight, in the secrecy of darkness, in drizzling rain that teased the embers, Annabelle worked hard.
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This is where he died, she says to me, and points to the damp pavement. Her hair is wet, and slicked against her neck. The humidity is making everything engulf her. The sleep shorts I bought her last July are loose on her now, but between the rain and
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“I found a recipe on the net and now my hair smells of pumpkin.”
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I should have created a first-date questionnaire heartaches ago.
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my foreign mouth embarrassed the teachers. my jumbled words gave people sad faces. so wrong these words of mine. even the mentally retarded girl would not talk to me. just looking at my garbled mouth made her slap herself. and my writing. oh no. my writin
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Tomorrow the authority smashes. Tonight we march, splash, carve letters in wet paint from room to room until steel blades bend. The letters will tilt in shadows gliding over the walls to mask our tales born of fractured wrists and the ghosts, our keepers.
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