Finished Folds (1501—1520)
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4I pawned the diamond and bought a one-way ticket to his town. I arrived at his house just as his clock began to chime midnight. I hurled myself through the window just in time to
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4beg an empty booze bottle from the bartender, into which we wept. Our tears were collected and used to flavor an exotic cocktail, which was named after the sad movie. The drink was
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4-car, who wanted to wash his hands of the whole affair as he walked from the grave. No-one was saved. All the crazy people. Where do they all cum frum?
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5-ion from behind her grimy lace fan. Unsteady on her feet, she wandered the halls of the asylum in her nightie, searching for the source of these ghostly voices. Every shadow
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6Whenever he saw her glowing face, an ache for her rose through his body and came up to his lips in a howl. But the High Priestess of the Moon never seemed to notice him. She was
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7deadly nasal aspirator. His attempts at suicide through the nose fell flat, and so did his nose. Now his only hope was to become a prize fighter. He went down to Louie's House of
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8"Newton!" cried the old bat that was my wife, "Where have you been all these years? The children have all grown up and gone to prison." "Praise heaven!" I cried, "No school tuition
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2"Who put these teeth marks on my new oven?" asked Meridith. I kept my blistered and searing tongue in my mouth and shrugged. I waited until she left the room before running for the
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6From there the evil would proceed past their medulla oblongati and continue into their spinal columns, forcing the neighbors to do the Lambada, or forbidden dance. The dance police
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7"I am just French," I explained, waving a Galloise about between my thumb and forefinger. This bought me just enough time to grab a baguette and hightail it out of there.
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4were nearly intelligible. Beetle bailey stood and stared at all of this for quite some time before making selections for his next comic strip. He stuck with skulls and symbols.
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4For now he had someone with which to to challenge artistic norms and to question the role of the artist in the artistic process. "This is not a story," he chortled in his joy.
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4this piece of art challenged his theory of relativity. He poked his mustache and twirled his long grey hair as he gazed at it. "Albert," his wife said, "Dinner has been ready for
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5-nd my own eyeballs. From there I oozed out of my ear and seeped into the netherworld between the dimensions, hoping that neither angel or demon would look for me there. But there
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4-egory. The canal represented my life, the boat was my trajectory, and the note referred to my inner doubts. So I threw away the paddles and floated for a while, contemplating my
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7oven. Oh my god! The losers had been baked into brownies and they were burning! From under the fridge we watched the giant baker's shoes as they left the room. We hightailed it for
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3have struck back, but I was temporarily stunned. The behemoth of corporate slavery raised it's mighty hammer at me again, but I managed to duck just in time. I had to get out of
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4-ll opened its fiery maw. He leapt up into the air, turning several times before he did a swan dive into his Forever Home. To this day, no-one will park their car on that spot.
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4he found himself restless. Distressed, even. He kept washing his hands and saying "Scat, scat- freakin' cat!" until flights of agents sang him to his rest.
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6down its tinfoil pants and mooned me. I know I deserved it, after stealing its amniotic fluid. I feigned disgust (it actually had a cute derriere) and the alien hopped back into