Finished Folds (101—120)
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2whatever was melting the ice house with its breath. In a bracing moment she squatted on the solid-ice toilet seat, peed & used the last spritz to free her cheek-skin from its froz
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7he had been paid to do it. The arson was an inside job. Mr. Eli Zittle, majority shareholder in National Global Local Gazebo CO (NYSE: NAGLOGA) offered him the lawn furniture of
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5talk to my hands. At first they were Lefty and Righty, but soon they were Horace and Judith, estranged lovers tied unjustly together by sharing my body. I shivered, cold as their
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1but in fact it was a sinking boat. "Help!" He heard people cry. "Will you be my friend?" He asked. The people only shouted incoherently. Sadly he kept looking for a sea-friend,
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3earnestness. The picnic on the floor of the mine did not look appetizing to Frl. Tolliver. Josef K patted the blanket enticingly, kicking up dust. "I have pickles, meine Leibchen
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3"My butt feels light," he thought. No time to waste on wiggling it - launching out of the yawning abyss, he soared free, flecks of sun wheeling, coursing like joy across his body.
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11there was a beautiful little girl named Pokarina and her favorite thing to do was skip stones on the chocolate milk lake by her candy cottage..." Despite myself I snuggled down
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75) Build Library of Babel to house the list of lists of lists, ad nauseam. 6) Subdivide list-lists into bound volumes to be shelved in library. 7) Find a high-volume publisher for
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1Nowadays everybody wanna talk, like they got something to say. But nothin' comes out when they move their lips! Just a bunch of jibberish. Motha****as act like they forgot about
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2went nuts. "Everything ssssuuuucks," I gasped with a crescendo. The others didn't look up from their phones. "It's just your hormones." My 12-year-old girl-body didn't agree,
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2suffer for a lack of audience. Brain-warts have deleterious effects on readers and authors alike. Now the only books that sell are full-color brain anatomy charts with recipes in
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5crashed in the Lobster Swamp and was clawed to death slowly. Then there was Marcia, chewed up by babboons, and Bobby who fell off a roller coaster. Tragically, the Brady Bunch is
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5"What up, I got a big cock!" He exclaimed, holding his rooster aloft. Like he, it was ready for Saturday Night Fever, spangled in sequins and platform shoes. A sweet chick steppe
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1the miso soup. And the fish balls to go," added Det. Manatee. Ned, his partner, side-eyed him over the menu. "What? I'm hungry." Madam Wong took their menus & returned to the
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4ed Warranty. It's not like you can get a refund." I sighed, not wanting to admit my beloved quantum universe simulator had outgrown the Amiga I programmed it on. "But Linux is
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6The fat Gronous Beast scratched at its waffly scales with a hind claw. "An excellent tribute for my Space Zoo," I said. On my salute, the chariot race began, warp-engines roaring
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7The killer's looming shadow whipped about. "Who's there?" It spat. Det. Manatee crouched, concealing his human half under the water's surface. "Only a manatee," the killer grumb
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1put a hand on the droid's domed top. "You got the juice?" He asked. The droid beepled, passing the cloaked figure a flask. "Nice," he said, "I've got that Degobah Dank if you're
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5"On the Internet, everyone knows you're a handless parrot," Squawkers moaned, "But no one knows what it MEANS." He opened "xxxcrackers4polly.net", turned on his webcam and typed
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3gery, the operation failing as the incisions on my nose and face gave way to sepsis. I saw the body of a frail thing on a metal table far below. I felt my ghostly nose, still fat