Finished Folds (1081—1100)
-
4n Gogh. "Have you no appreciation for Impressionist technique in film?" He threw his bullhorn against the faux wall, causing it to topple, and stormed off of the set. I finished my
-
2Then I was fired. The series ended a decade ago. And he wasn't a producer. He was a homeless ex-felon who had done 20 hard for his role in the notorious St. Bonaventure's Day
-
5remake of Death on the Installment Plan! And we never will be! It's not for an American audience. Try Scandinavia." Tarantino stood and put sunglasses over the sunglasses which
-
5bottom fell out of the crack market. After all that investment, his life's savings! In desperation, he took to meditation, which, in its purest form, is like krokodil mixed with
-
4then the itching, the rash, the incredible urge to molest the dishwasher. The webcam was set on the fridge, ready to capture the damning assault on the appliance. In 24 hours,
-
5damned process kept repeating itself, day after miserable day: corpse, undead, corpse, undead, etc. It was a cruel joke, like Prometheus or Sisyphus, and I seemed doomed to witness
-
3His son heard this and turned, bearing his teeth. "Form and function!" he screamed at his father, who, shocked by his son's conviction, lost his balance and fell from the high limb
-
2Hell, give him a dollar and he'll do anything you demand!" Everyone guffawed except cloaked Morton, now enraged and beginning to uncloak. "What's that smell?" asked Lieutenant
-
5celebrate his jolliness went horribly awry, however, as the strippers revealed that they were, in fact, terrorbots in their customary fashion: by exploding. Dmitri wept as he
-
4and half of nothin is two quarters of nothin and... I had to stop myself, that could've gone on forever... I wrestled with another pretzel, Greco-Roman this time... still nothin...
-
5the philosophy students? Their lives were just beginning to sour. This development would hasten the process. Maybe candy could help deaden the blow? I sped to the grocery, hoping
-
5betrayed an utter contempt for contemporary dance -- all arts in fact, particularly collage. What were their lives but a dreadful pastiche, a cut-and-paste disaster of sensation,
-
4to the Hamptons. I would never see her again. The Hamptons were the second target of the incoming missiles after Reno. After the war, I dragged a mannequin named Ted around on a
-
5cliff and threw my study materials over the precipice. I didn't want this job, or any other job. I wanted to sit in a wheelchair, quilt folded neatly over my legs, and observe the
-
2to try out our new cookware from Williams-Sonoma. Eve flashed the titanium pan at Satan and licked her lips. "Coq au Vin," she tantalized. Satan smiled. It was his favorite dish,
-
3with a vehicle jack. It worked, for a while, his jaw and skull separating to a record distance. The crowd applauded. Then he screamed as the tissues of his neck snapped and blood
-
6That voice...it was familiar...someone I once knew, or possibly cared for?..someone unusual, impressive, outstanding...no, wait, television...daytime television...oh my god, it was
-
3Or something more" -- he leered at me -- "agreeable?" He squeezed my breast like a bike horn, and I squeaked, humiliated. But something came over me when he caressed my nose, and I
-
2gutter "for the experience". Mother was none too pleased. "How do you expect to get into Yale with those ideals of yours?" Tommy glowered. "I HATE Yale!" he screamed, pointing at
-
0perfectly capable of displaying three heads, and four under optimal circumstances. I had trained at the foremost circus in the world, after all! Jerry would have been proud had he