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He might not have known how it had started or how to stop it but his body knew how to reestablish a negative acceleration. Which it did. Enabling him to bring his mind to bear on a
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The fact is I can't imagine it. The blow to the head I received that day, 4 years ago, put me in a coma from which I awoke yesterday. I've lost my ability to imagine. Cantor Sets I
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I don't know how it happened. I'll blame the pandemic. I just discovered that there is nary a drop of mustard in my hovel. None. Nada. Zilch. Nil. ME WITHOUT MUSTARD! Bad enough I
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Then there was the time that the Captain of the Saragossa inadvertently called a quasi-autonomous hologram Merlin to the bridge during battle. Merlin attempted to call the dragon.
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Trance Music for the Office was my wheelhouse. I also did pretty well with soccer moms who had a lot of time to kill between Kwan's games. My wheelhouse was also a house on wheels.
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I'd rather listen to the whales or the wolves. Maybe if we listened to them they might listen to us. Look at the fox and the grapes. Look at the hill and the eye. Do you think you
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I was afraid of this. Once you put Loreena on the algorithms start skewing whiter and whiter. Before long you've wandered into Teshland. No, no, no. A big nope on that one. BRB.
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Working the front desk at night at the morgue gives me lots of time to spend on FOLDINGSTORY™. Most nights all the action is in the back & I babysit the ghouls who hang around the
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"You're not Joel, are you? You don't look like a Joel," the rabbit costumed intruder asked me. He was holding a printed copy of Joel's profile page. Joel was a yiffer, "NO I AM NOT
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ed note crept into my voice as I fished vainly for his identity. He walked away peeved. It only hit me once it was too late & I sat helplessly in his chair..it had been my dentist!
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I was just here. You know. Minding my nothing. Yeah, and then, just like that, I wanted to listen to Loreena McKennitt. I don't know why. Anything but The Mummer's Dance. Enya must
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Let us revisit the Brenda Function. Sadly, little progress has been made in The Work, as Professor Doc Emeritus [NOT HIS REAL NAME] called it. Preliminary explorations is where it
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Which is how you exist at all. If I hadn't given you the chance to make the right choice I wouldn't have had the doubt in the first place. My doubt created you. I wasn't going to
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I mean, that when I put them down, they and I mean what they mean because I am meaning for them to mean it so. I'm not going to ask you if you know what I mean. I mean you to know.
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Most of the time my words mean a specific generalized inarticulacy bordering on ineffability or the True Name of GOD. The same goes for my silences. It is both & not a curse word.
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Desecration. That is what it was. A desecration, a spit in the eye, to the whole Tree of Life rationale behind our lives. That is what it was. She couldn't sugar coat it anymore. I
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Sometimes I think that if I hadn't been a obese woman with low self esteem from the wrong side of the tracks, I might have been somebody else. Maybe a toll collector living behind
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sat a starving bum who was shocked by my deed. Riddled with guilt, I dragged him out at the next stop & treated him to a Subway meal. I felt good, until he dropped dead of food poi
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to me, ears standing tall and stiff. I entered the fairy ring next to him, and suddenly we were transported to a nearby McDonald's. "Do you have shamrock shakes yet?" the elf asked
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"Bath bombs", I clarified. "From bath salts". Carry on, the detectives instructed. "His friend is my hitman. I go hitting up clubs with him, where he beats people. At dance-offs"