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I keep seeing Bianca Jagger. I can't forget that day at the museum when Susan Sarandon was my mother. I'm still not ready to parse that one. I was the demon child that crawled over
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I felt like my own private trinity in an Ang movie. I had one hand reaching for Jesus and the other my nana. Jesus had one reaching for me & the other pushing my nana behind him.
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Then I noticed where the darkness was coming from. There was a black hole sitting on my dad's recliner. I stopped in my tracks. I decided I'd deal with it after I got my coffee.
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Charles would turn into a Love Machine and he won't work for nobody but Dr. Painstaker. Sort of a Golem Situation, if felt like to Charles. "Does it matter that I have Dental." The
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[NOTE: Do not proceed beyond the beginning until you're ready to proceed to Step 3.] Step 3: Complete constructing the portal frame. Step 4: Ask a Sesame Street sponsor where they
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That was a typical transaction on these backwoods worlds. I've always thought that insane. We're from a waterworld, we don't have front or back woods. Here I am calling this place
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The Procedure, as the Stranger called it, would require nothing less than transforming my disfigured legs into the Philosopher's Stone. I get redemption & they get any gold left.
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The stranger had consulted with all the learned men and woman (more about that later) in the realm. He had been given special dispensations by the High Priest and the Pro Consul.
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The room was thickly crowded. So much for social distancing. The stranger was standing in the middle of the room. A pool of light seemed to fall upon him only. I was placed down in
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Having started with stomping instead of walking I became a basket lady, albeit a man basket lady. One day, a stranger drew the attention of the person carrying me in my basket. She
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Things were different back then. I was stomping straw into mud before I could walk. I had to or I wouldn't have a house to live in. We needed new bricks everyday for some reason.
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Then I remember that I no longer have any concept of what a childhood is or isn't. Seven millennia lay between my childhood & now. How can I even say it was "my" childhood? I lived
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Alas, the little succor there was to be found gave way to the Hunger again. Such a beautiful woman I've drained for nought. I keep one of her childhood memories as a trophy. It'll
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has got to be the ugliest thing you can watch while role playing Captain Caveman meets Josie and the Pussycats. But there we were helping Alexa with her vaccine research instead of
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Is it all that awful to feel your own spleen? Who is going to let you touch their spleen? There once was ... wait, he still is. So, ok; There is a spleen who was explaining hydro-
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I've explained several times how the spleen got stuck in my brain; Lenny & Squiggy and the time that Laverne wanted to smoke reefer. Squiggy felt his spleen. Laverne took that as a
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Too often the fingers rebel against the brain or spleen. They just want to flex themselves. To show that they can go their own way. The brain, spleen, & any other organ, needed to
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The diner waitress saw the Wolf approaching, froze briefly, then jumped into action. She kick the can down the road to the manager. Paula, opened the Wolf file. ANYTHING HE WANTED.
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and offlookers from above would all be at a lost of words to describe what needed to be experienced, not described. Still, the icy fresh mountain air did a number on that hot chill
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on shuffle & stripped naked except for my rubber cleaning cloves. I wanted to get to the brains splattered on the parlor's Southern wall; before the sun dried them on the wainscot.