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Gatsby eyed the ladies one by one, turning them away for various reasons. "Too tall, sport". "Ugly dress, sport". "Too many arms, sport". But finally, appearing on the runway was
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And he had an ego the size of Guam. He mistakenly thought it made him attractive to females, but instead he drove them away in droves. He imagined he was too great for them. His
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69 bronzed booties for her ability to knock clay pigeons from a fence post with a steady stream of projected fecal matter while dangling bare-assed from a Bunjo bungee chair.
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"It's interesting," Christ thought, "that those presumably well-intended angels should exclude me as Jesus from the 2nd Heaven. Strange that they don't know any better." The
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That is right. That last story made realize that we are so worried about what some person's name might be that we never stop to consider what their name ISN'T. There is a story in
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stinking pile of hooie were all that stood between me and immortality. That hooei had a name and it wasn't Oscar Meier Frank Balls. I never suspected that wasn't the hooie's name.
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the John Wayne Gacys guessing on whether I was one of them. That was my only chance, really, if Dad kept insisting I play on the freeway. When I showed up to work dressed up like a
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The neophyte acolytes, startled by the book's chain, immediately sprang up and started beating the Brother to death with their brooms before they were fully awake, but by then it
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I was trying to explain to my executioner that I wasn’t sure if I was entering my second childhood or my dotage. Did it matter? He had his day planner open to the third week of May
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barely endorsed by the local branch of the Union of Ectoplastic-Americans. The last word was "Other" in an Old German Gothic font secretly named Linear Ewigekraft. Her tattoo held
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how come they were still around? To be fair, fireflies might as well have been extinct for all the light they gave us to find fairy rings. Which was none at all. The sparklers were
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against the backdrop of our mutual transgression in this greasy spoon revelation. Pure spectacle is what it was. Unadulterated empty poignancy divorced from any semblance of self.
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" Ehrenberg knew this type, the proto-poets who would never sublimate themselves into anyone useful to their strange and distant society. He snapped his newspaper at the intruder.
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Some wondered what would happen if one lit two candles of uncrossing side by side. Not Spencer, though. He lived in his own magical realm independent of anything else, including
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to laziness is ruining this damn country!" Kenny the cashier came through the beaded doorway. "Your lack of etiquette will be your undoing, mister." Kenny gave orders in Cantonese
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little booklet that had all the control codes for the remote. I was searching the wastebaskets when Clive Cheswick said flatly, "Perhaps Nigel Cecil will talk to me if not to you."
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Ngochenko was used to the ambassador's balanced yet vapid platitudes. "Mr. Peck, the people of your country have been dabbling in psychism and encroaching on our overmind domains."
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all the cynical enthusiasm it deserved. Jokes about The First Augmentation were common. We'd go about our daily routines thinking, "Is this really any better?" Unfortunately, there
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Her laughter fell upon deaf eyes. It wasn't anything unusual for a change. That is what made it unusual. The usual was the unusual and it was unusual for the usual to ensue. This,
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I exhorted the thunder to find another place to play other than in my backyard. It kept rumbling back that it was leaving but it hadn't moved an inch since Gladys Kovak, aka Betty