Finished Folds (21—40)
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5text the staggering number to his leader in SriLanka, so casually, as if the 30-odd human heads in a lake of blood at his feet were only so many meatballs in a vat of marinara. For
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3Gripping the bottle by its neck, he smashed it against the ground & swung at Ellse with the freshly jagged end. She recoiled, but the crude weapon nicked her
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5say something, anything intelligent, but it wasn't going to happen. Uma's leftist tirade picked up speed now, with a ferocity that created its own weather system. The wind whipped
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18pulsing hole with his hands. Sarah Jane blushed as well, to see him all imploded & docile. Tenderly now, she removed his hands from the hole &, weeping, kissed all around it until
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0stopped suddenly, overcome with vertigo. Keith's blood was nowhere near his brain, that was the problem. She dropped off his thigh as he lumbered about for balance. "Keith," she
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2He'd grind his groin against the operating table as he stitched aortas or slit windpipes, trying his best to quell the throb of that secret stiffy beneath his scrubs. For now, Bone
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2& all below me lay a limitless winter meadow, bedded down beneath snow & snow as thick as marshmallow. But suddenly a vein of red appeared, thawing the frozen creek & bleeding out
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0But do they love you? Sure, when you chew off some old lady's cheek, the congregation oohs & ahs, but that's not admiration, that's hypnosis. I've seen you sipping urine from Greek
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1the Lord High Chancellor of Sodomy. The Chancellor's encouragement & the roar of the crowd intoxicated him. He yanked his weapon from the gut of the evil dude & licked its tip. He
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2deftly disrobed, flinging her silk sari over the head of the person next to her, heightening his anguished delight. The giant decoder ring worked better this way, without floral
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10& snorted haughtily, "Ya didn't think Kermit was my first amphibian, did ya? Moi have had numerous hops in the swamp, if you get my drift." I smiled at the mega-sow & thanked my
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11And clown-shoes were, by their very nature, too big for anyone to fill, especially him. There had to be some exploding rubber key that could unlock his comic genius, some ritual
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4throngs of flat folk enfolded her. Silently, they lilted to her tune, to the depth of her tone, to her 3 glorious dimensions. But who could she find in this 2D world who could
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4of unfathomable peace. Oblivion really. Why is such suffocating depth magnetic? I headed downward, into the darkening ocean, away from hope & air & her. For now
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3on the entrails of my victims, smeared their still hot blood on my face. The gore was its own wicked marinade. I marinated myself in it. And now I sought a flamenco guitarist to
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2He had left his battle-ax "Gash" lodged in the skull of a rival chieftain. "Pussy" the whip had been buried along with its victim, to keep strangling the bastard in hell. Aiming
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5thought to peel off but didn't, to remind himself of damnation. Storm troopers had odd taste in music, but then, who knows what actually filtered through those helmets. The speeder
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1off his left hand. Gripping the saw & biting down hard on the leather strap of his crash-helmet, he pushed the blade forward & frantically sawed, racing the pain that screamed
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3ached to sluff off her Juddness, to exfoliate right then & there & emerge in a blaze of white-hot light that would vanquish Reba, disintegrate Wynona, embalm
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4waiting meat wagon. The rookie mumbled his protests through the detective's sweaty hand, but decided to try licking it instead. This so creeped out the detective that he yanked