Finished Folds (341—360)
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11"GOLEM SMASH!" and proceeded to attempt to smash everything in sight. Naturally the Play Doh hadn't dried and the Play Doh Clone ended up smooshing himself into an unrecognizable
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5ether for several infinities? Woody then became convinced she'd come from the Appalachian viper handlers, her very veins pulsing with esoteric venom. Woody rose to the occasion.
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5tined for eternity, for is not death an immortality? I shall be transmuted in the cycle of souls and made whole once more!" Karma returned him and he found himself holding a poker.
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9condoms so when Peter came it would
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2legally changed his name by removing the a, d, and a from his name. Everyone started calling him Mna which brought him back to square one. It didn't help he was seeing Jonathan on
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5Deadpool warbled in pleasure, his eyes widening into near-literal saucers of milk.He dropped the grenade he was holding to pin the card on his chest with a safety pin."Safety first
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8cut and dried it, dipped it in gloss, processing it entirely.What once was a genuine whodunit now became a suspenseful crime fictional comedy slash mystery with a bit of exstential
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3cius-like, her tongue curling around analects as she made him stay after school. The rain harassed, sometimes caressing, the large windows running along one side of the room.
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10It was romantic as hell. We started with appetizers and finished with a duel. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Neither was I.
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3to reassure him. He let gravity take him to his knees. "Please," he pleaded. "I'll let you throw some weird physics at me. I promise not to Yau."
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7uys formulated a flow chart of all the things that were excaberated by the Habit, but they didn't get very far because they were too busy ripping bong hits and missing headshots.
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2It was a dark and stormy night. As frozen snowflakes beat against the lead windows, Kris Kringle was dipping his wick in Mrs. Claus's hot bubbling wax.
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2Imichangas!" I wandered the streets, my hollow mind and perforated skull human megaphone, my thoughts laid bare for all to hear. When the wind ceased, a silence so profound
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6Folds. Within the boiling mass of viscous narrative an infinity of Folders folded Folds folding Folders Folding Folded Folds folding Folding Folds. And the metadots'd barely kicked
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5cal clime, gathering moss and lichen that spattered his weatherbeaten face with the gravity given only to those well acquainted with Father Time. His sighs were decades long.
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3Ten years later found him living in a closet with an IV drip. Wires ran from his nose (wireless tech came a bit too late) into an impressive set-up. He was a digital cowboy.
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3with a pail on her haid." It was an open and shut case. She had no chance. "Guilty!" the Judge banged a tattoo, 'and watch your tail goin in jail!"
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2walk in place. You may run or dash, but going somewhere, that's where you'll appreciate this, is no distinction from going nowhere. Wisdom is standing still somewhere and nowhere.
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5It was happy accident that two rival gangs of dance school rejects had agreed at that exact time and space to face off.They came popping and krumping to pose at the demarcation,yo.
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4n the poodle let loose of its opinion of the whole matter in great whooping gusts that culminated in me cackling and spraying the room with scatological canid wit.