Finished Folds (961—980)
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4an eternity by some Bergsonian reckoning. But every speech act was both an outlashing and self-entrapment in the throttling coils and miasma of which space-time was only the crust.
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4Some said I was a prickly pear, but I thought I was an honest man enduring a wasteland. Some gasped about the dryness of their spiritual life. What would Marcus Aurelius do? I took
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7the end. His mind went blank with panic but some instinctive part of him lifted his shirt and tweeted a few selfies of his abs and his screaming face before the final impact.
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2The shadow of the Manatee fell across Amanda Widdershin's tarot spread one evening. "Detective! Would you like some tea?" Det J said, "I'd like your counsel on a case with occult p
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4Lola the Lobster was just steaming inside her shell. The nerve. The Gila Monster gloated, "and our friendship shall be taste-sensational." Lola felt suicidal for a moment, then spr
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3So says the false televeneer of our society. Must not be "real" Scots, commented someone at the Hawk and Haggis, while others taciturnly relished the boost to the economy. Eric Mc
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5metaphene substrates of Xharidar's cells seemed certain. The down-drafter docked with us as clumsily as the general's brother at a cocktail party. I braced myself for the
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6The steak lay quietly in its styrofoam tray, tightly wrapped in plastic, tormented by nightmares. It could neither scream nor thrash nor even shudder at its horrific dreams. No one
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3do is trust Aten, the Invisible Sun, and hope that the other sprouts of what we call Laniakea will not think too unkindly of us as we shed our earthly mental shrouds. A hope that
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3But his mum was full of secrets and made him a nice sandwich that would restore his neurotransmitter levels. She even wrote a ward with the rooster sauce to guard her son. He stood
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2the blue plastic one for making sand castles by Martian canals before Mummy came screaming about dormant microbes. Bucket 3: the stainless steel pail on Aunt Jenny's farm. Bucket 4
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5President's personal assassin. It wouldn't be easy. Guido was born hyperaware and had trained with the best, until he surpassed them. But his tighty whities might still be obtained
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6as she was getting ready for work, she strode out onto the back porch and said, "You! Get out of my back yard and off my damn property!" He knew her mind had been corrupted by
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4He ended up on the streets, the scripts of coffee shop auteurs running through his mind. He badly needed a fix of beta-dammitol. One day, a stranger said, "I wrote that, you know."
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4WW5 will be the shamans' war, WW6 will be the culmination of the biogeneticists' war, WW7 will be the War of Love, WW8 will be conducted by card games against the Annunaki,
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3My lover seemed to swoon as their fangs pierced him, but soon they staggered away and he dispatched them with his secret polyarmoury. "Colloidal silver aperitif," he explained.
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2ly through a petrecull that she had devised during her own occult studies. I loved my pet Funky, but the window seemed a safer bet. I hoped we would meet again as the flames
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4Kung Fu flea dealt out the Maj Jong tiles. Crouching Tiger restrained its potent force; Hidden Dragon considered its tiles from beyond. Det J had the know-how. Morgan Conquest
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5had the pull of all kinds of wrong. He felt compelled to approach them, him in his bright white space suit, them in their turquoise bikinis against the red Martian sands. He
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10The Krell machinery picked up the bassline to "I. HAVE. THE POWER!" He-Man was somewhat outnumbered by all the buxom heroes flashing their nips. But not Picard. My faceplam