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ess, until it came back. The HESS truck. Everyone scream in fear, the HESS truck is here! Rockets launched from its side banks, decimating Santa's Village at the South Shore Plaza!

Mike had no more pretty Sundays. He told Seb to kill himself not due to Seb's woes, but he was just sick of him now. The jokes hadn't been jokes; Seb had been nasty. The fam wasn't

agents are pushovers. They caved to $cientology, Mulder never took a real case, and they couldn't figure out Dale Cooper's deal. The FBI really needs to get its kit together, man!

and she was making it clear that she was the Lola in their situation. Elle Mae got the message. Suddenly, gunfire breaks out. A bloody priest emeges from the Armageddon Arms & sees

The Gas Masked Socialite was miffed at the times. Everybody was wearing masks these days. Well, not her hobo friends. The few that remained because of the partisanship. Being more

My goal, from day 45, was to see my name in lights, up on the Chinese Theater’s marquee. “Come down off that ladder, you crazy muddafa…,” Xu Wang Long jiggled the red wooden ladder

I made my way here with visions of how my story would enfold. I got here. I've forgotten what it had been about. I remember the word "confluence" now. Another before. A portrait of

I told the cat, “I don’t know if I can do hopefully anymore. Seems passé or kitschy in my throat of the woods.

Finally, after 7 years of filing with dental floss I cut through the bar of my prison window. I think I only need to cut three more to get out. I don’t think it will take as long.

You’ve been blessed with amazing genes: your classically chiseled exudes beauty, friendliness…She looked at herself in the mirror. “There isn’t anything special about my Jeans

Birth is a crap shoot: will you be tall or short? Will you forever spend your time on Earth in a fog? Mesmerized? Brought to order by the Dictator and his fearmongering propaganda?

"Dancing yes, but fiction no! Not ever! Those mind-twisting, addictive contrivances? Never! And as for cinema and teleplays with their calculated neurosnares -- burn them all!"

we were modest as we danced on the beach, but our spirits leaked into each other. It was then that we learned of the dark shadow within Ezrahim, and pledged to help him

So many people writing "young adult" novels about overthrowing the system, whereas I try to reach a younger audience with a watercolor cat version of "Notes from Underground." It's

So yeah, that was me who edited Covid-19 to kill all the stupid people -- it's all in the doxxes. But that was just for my personal convenience. Where we go from here is not for me

The barista asked its name. "I'd better write it myself," it said. The barista shook her head. "No way I can pronounce that." It replied, "Could be good in a way, because otherwise

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