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The cyborg sent an eyestalk VM17's way. It blipped and bopped that it hadn't asked for a bed of roses & for VM17 not to equate him with a chowchip from some asteroid miner's pocket
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In 2074 the first truly autonomous cyborg packages hit the market. The Topeka Convention had established that no standing army of any of the signatory countries would arm them. The
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bracketed her outburst of profanity about the warming days of summer. As she passed the onions she noticed the blight. Another treatment failed. Night fell on Marta with lightning.
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ghoul but I’m not the fooled ghoul so keep your crosses back. They don’t mean shit to me but the insult that you think it does does. Don’t think for once what you can’t think twice
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into the Tigres as they flew over it. A heavenly stinking cloud arrested Sanjiro’s fall before he gets swallowed by the intake manifolds that surround him. Boss Tiger spits out his
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The type of person that doesn’t exist is a dickhead. Think about it. The person didn’t have a 1st, 2nd, 3rd, or 666th communion. No punching the V card jitters. No dying again.
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stops staring back. But you still lose. Oh hell yeah it was like that.” Another reviewer, even more drunk on the Kawabata crowd koolade than the last one and a known raconteur of
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sewer grating across the street by the Jiffy Love Lube Shop. The subway station they had installed allowed the boys to observe the trench coat man to learn how to wear theirs. When
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to rue the day. Piotr pointed Slim out to Natasha Rostov. She could guess what he was doing or she couldn’t. She chose couldn’t. Won’t. Piotr seemed disappointed but did his duty.
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dessert.” Mrs Beef had not realized that both offers were contingent upon each other. The opportunity cost would be great either way. A Channing Tatum & taters dinner wasn’t cheap.
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He wiped the blood & brain off the hammer. He turned to me and said, “This one won’t be selling his own magazines any time soon.” Ghastly but true. More importantly, apt.
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I missed that when. My message has gone amiss.
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I took a slow massaging walk on the back of a small peer. A baronet or contessa or a viscount. More of a hedge knight who’s vigil was a joke. Who was I to judge. I was broke.
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I thought I was going to an Add. It goes without saying. So I didn’t. It is a truism that you cannot spot one with a Sharpie. That might be a long convoluted walk on a short pier.
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“I have eaten the flesh of Baby Jesus and it doesn’t pair well with your putrid tater salad.” She started spewing abomination after abomination until the throne was overflowing. A
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In a dimension of 5 degrees the prime numbers push the paper through. Number theory won’t include me because I don’t believe in proof. Jump back into your matrix let the lie be the
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A phone zombie just lumbered past my house. He didn’t notice the swell in the trees. The smells in the breeze. The forest for the trees.
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I didn’t want to know this much about her bodily fluids. But they were clearly interested in me. I suddenly remembered what that scent meant. A well known secret was between us. I
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such that Yury felt compelled to remark upon it. Arkady had to remark about in turn. They drove past the disturbance sure that many would remark upon it as well. The Zilchenko brot
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Later when they were going through the dailies I found the whole shoot had been ruined by ruined temple that showed up in the background. That hadn't been there when we filmed it.