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That "helpful" offering of sympathy from the intrusive old biddy next door still agitated failed composer Pembroke Briarton days later. He took care not to puke on the piano keys b
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dagger skills with the help of logobot processors. Our leader lived in a Gingerbread manor house far from the fray, but had pictures of matchstick men on the library's walls. We
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The Cure was going on about those Pictures of You again. How you were whiter than any snow flake could be. Or was that wider than the sky? Repetition never was my cup of tea. Twas.
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People try to cheat time like that constantly. Time don't care. Just the cost of doing business, Time held. Combined they never came close to moving the needle, let alone making an
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in the years. For Prof. Loomis that was a lot of years. She's been around a long time. Then add in time traveling in other dimensions. That was it! She was boring herself again.
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So I had to text my cousin about my eggs, of course. She was hauling roughly 47000 pounds of pipe to an oil rig out west of nowhere, near Pecos. She was still working on last night
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Distracted by foldingstory.com, I inadvertently cooked the best hard boiled eggs I've ever cooked. I'd forgotten I had put them to boil. I didn't remember until I saw them. An hour
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Should my full attention be on this relentless drum track playing or finding the killer in the crowd? The drum beat was tickling my root. It was giving me a boner. The killer must
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Little Rodney glanced over to the cafeteria. Charlie was all over it. He signaled Little Ping to get the Molotov sippy cups ready. No Viet Cong was going to get HIS blood money!
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Landfill and got himself into deep shit. He sure as hell wasn’t going to enter maturity being called Pookah. So, he hid in the trash for a full year before feeling confident enough
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Ben & I were on the Red side; Ken & Len were on the Blue side. Since we all wanted to be on the same side, Ben & I asked to be traded to the other side; Ken & Len did the same.
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Yes, I was that committed that I could be startled by her and oblivious to her at the same time. I was focused on the task at hand and that wasn't her. Synthetic kicks & wings did
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all know the whole roll since your signature on all the NDAs said you do or you wouldn't be aboard. Welcome to the ArkShip, AS-001, the USS Paris Jackson. I'm Captain Vivekananda.
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"The Poet is dead," said Aoki. "Hang on. Who says there's only one? And if anyone out there thinks they're writing me, I take exception to that and there will be consequences!" An
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Ando went through the motions of dragging on a spliff in the quantum woods we called our pad. "I miss being incarnate, foxiness, attraction. Kind of glad I still suffer, in a way."
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-her reason to protect Cecil Harbaugh: sometime during our "experimental" years I took a DNA sample and discovered his liver would be a compatible replacement for mine. Of course
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"Why can't I have flesh-and-blood babies anymore, doctor? Why do they transcend so early? Is it wrong to be perishable, incarnate and to suffer? Who decided that and when?" Dr. And
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The other day someone derided me for some whatever privilege just based on my name. They had no idea how difficult it is to live as a fictional character in a post-fictional world
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"Time is collapsing, Sanjay. If your life lacks meaning it's only because we are approaching the Singularity by way of ads, propaganda, and marketing." "Dad, I'm a cat. My friends
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of course couldn't understand those words before her birth and eventual enculturation, but Teresa Jr. did eventually own the best bowling and putt-putt golf places in the tri-state