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break in my chaps and tighten my butt cheeks.” He beamed her a smile worthy of the dead. “You know, the anal kegel Mr. Bojangle!“ Her frown lifted slightly. “Strange, but cute." -
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this horrid interior design faux pas on his front porch. “Time to grab the mop,” she whispered under her fuzzy, graying upper lip. Dodging the tiny bits of bone and beef stew she
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a gooey condiment of sorts peppered with a hint of spearmint, & rubbed a dab under each nostril. “The dead await,” she whispered opening the cadaver’s chest & removing the heart!
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numb, unsatisfied, and singing hymns of remorse and self-deprecation in her own stained glass palace whispered nonsense. This was her home right? Confusion. She turned slightly
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shiver in their old tin boots. I mean the maddening sound of the saw blade hitting bone – a distorted string quartet – didn’t make the experience anything less than satisfying.
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the wake of creativity -- Godzilla on the storm -- to tumble in and shatter the tiny reminisces of my inconsistent life betrayals. If onlys and what ifs force this gentle
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the half digested egg salad sandwich swimming in the bile and disgust of her former lover.
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to poach the simplistic brains of the far tossed lentils the island’s indigenous people left behind on the beach.
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fighting through the turmoil of self-doubt and extended metaphors as the last bacon bit in a vat of green beans only to find
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Then boom! Think of the culinary possibilities. Lose your stomach contents and you could find cottage cheese and tidbits in your partner’s lap. Wow, that would be some impressive
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“Pop‘em in like Anaheim peppers and stare,” the brown eyes questioned? “But my ojos!” // “Yep, it ain’t a party until someone loses an ojo!” // “Oh my,” the pupils widened in fear.
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Stumbling, fumbling, miss-spitting game prompted many embarrassing moments for this young awkward inkling of a boy. But this time, this singular moment excavated his very existence
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“Seriously,” The funky gremlin of a child barked! “And what makes you think a spanking or two is some sort of determinant?” // “Same,” The less funky fiend added with rolled eyes.
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His strained eyes jumped from the blinking cursor of the dulling screen to the bobblehead at the front of the room wading left and right, back and forth through the stale air.