Finished Folds (61—70)
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3sat bhodi tree calm as the sun set and the world collapsed around him finally making sense. The ground trembled and stalks rose up flowers blooming and rotting in
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5when I realized that I had loaded the gun with pain killers that smashed into the screen sending miasmic clouds of pink tinged joy into the atmosphere of the room. Oh the light
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4aura, barely visible to the naked eye, and yet tantalizing if you looked at someone edgewise. It was a real impediment to conversation, someone blathering about the weather with
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5I realized the man himself was the actual cliche and then feared he may not be real at all. I started to treat him with indifference, replying to his inquires with nonsense grunts
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3He stared at his wrist as the $20 Armitron melted off and his non-bride stood hands clasped in front, a part of the furniture. The veil hung in down and Mark feared what he would
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0He brought down that circus sized hammer the words scattered like a ripe melon, but there was no plastic sheet. This was front row chaos and we sat there splattered with grammar
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3I put that cold rectangle aside and stared at the wall, that fountain of raw potential. It was like the big bang or alien slang. The credit is all for you. I wipe my tears...
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5She sighed, the air about them palpably moist. Their eyes locked, a vision, a shamanic journey, a completed tennis tourney - and then she lay down.
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4Now everything was light, shining, trembling, revealing. Everything became possible in the shadow of the golem. Magic, angels, heaven and hell.
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2The words echoed out, katana sharp, a warm miso tang in the air. Now there was nothing lef. Sakura blooms and silent tombs. What now?