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This is the story of the man whose wife lived in his neck. Every morning, he would turn to her and say, "Hello, Sweetheart. How was your night?" and she would answer, Brilliant! What else?
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NO ONE CAN BE A BASTARD FOREVER
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I stood like Eli in the middle of the night.
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500
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Saturated genius,/
imperfect fluidity.
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119198
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When the storm broke, my late aunt's dog
fetched five favourite bones from his corner, and arranged a crude protective circle.
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Often I wonder if dreams aren't reality
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400
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I came into the café and there sat a plump man with a huge beer belly and pencil-thin black moustache, drinking from a large paper coffee cup with the name “Butch” written on it, by the Barista.
He had just discovered that his karma was out of control
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The beachy slope
never draws such goliaths.
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like a fence post leaning
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I believe in theCollective conscienceOf Mankind Whatever the masses wantComes into fruitionSome genius will create itIf we want warWe will get warWe don't want peaceSo we never get itJust consider The smartphoneWhat a great deviceIt seems as if we should neverBe bored…
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I signed up for functional
I did not ask for this mixed bag
of broken glass
I have enough to swallow
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5275
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Morning.
Quiet as church.
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respect your parents. or not.
stay put. or not.
finish school. or not.
get married. or not.
stay married. or not.
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He hiked the hills of her condition
She biked the path of his delight
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