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We are whirling and twirling out of control, but everything is under control. We are always being controlled, even when we don't know it. Someone has control of the controller.

I am an invisible manwich.

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that one's very existence is an act of rebellion.

The 27th Prophet of Earth liked his beer and pretzels -- but he never had any intention that these should become required sacraments for residents of The One. He watched in dismay

She left me. Alone. Broken. I was paralyzed. Why? Why would she leave and take everything that mattered to me with her? Will she ever come back? I told my self she would but

My mom dyed her hair red when Tommy dyed his blue.My hair is white.Now we make the

I slew a dragon. But the policeman didn't believe me. He finished handcuffing me and slammed me into the back of the police van. "This one is crazy!" said one of the officers.

"Pie in the sky," Ralph chuckled to himself. "What a stupid expression."

It was early in our relationship but i felt we were both mature and could handle it without to much trouble. So I

Claire was sitting in her room when she heard a noise. it sounded like it was coming from her parents bathroom ,she got out of her bed tip-toed into their room and sneaked up to

The sound you hear when you crack your knuckles is actually the sound of nitrogen gas bubbles bursting.The sound is so soft that u only can hear it when you are in a quiet place

He sat alone in the dark listening to a thousand psychic wars and about coming home. But nobody ever comes back unbroken: good or bad, either way, broken.

Why me? What did I do to deserve something like this?

Dr. Frankenstein ceased his efforts to sew limbs directly onto a head. "This shortcut isn't working, only a torso will do!" He sighed. "If only a torso fresh enough was available

With hands in the jacket pockets to escape the autumn chill, I walked briskly to the dip in the road. No traffic this morning. Hardly ever is; only the Rosentraders and I live

I was at a fork in the road. I had to decide whether I wanted to pursue a career in poetry or professional wrestling. On the one hand, professional wrestling would allow me to

Ned fingered the natural rubber teething ring in his hand, quickly formulating a plan as the Starfish-McMahan monster slithered slowly up the tunnel. Biting hard on the teething

Today.. "do you know what day today is?" I kept replaying the strange phone call I received in the morning. I told the caller "Of course, i know, I'm not stupid" but the truth is

Mr Wong hadn't spent four months floating from Vietnam to America in a cracked pot for nothing. That much was clear. Today he was finally going to