Finished Folds (361—380)
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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.
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5mean? It came to him like thunder. "I shall invade Ukraine," he said. He finished his breakfast bibliomancy with an iron spoon and rode a bear bare-chested through the taiga.
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6He popped the hood, splayed the body of a virgin onto the engine, placing the primary organs in the location of the humours. Convoluted Latin tore itself from his voice. Any horror
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3The bastards from the South had come and gone. All we had to show for it was a funeral pyre adrift on an splenetic sea. We watched our matriarch of Horn and Ice sink, extinguished.
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4like a chef's confection,each chunk rare human meat in a pool of its juices breaking apart on a series of solitary floes into the maw of a mutant snoring polar bear. The crocodiles
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6to put a stop to this. The right hand was fingerwalking in enraged circles, even as lefty wrote of conjugal juices. No, he said. No, he cried, a hand forming fingerguns templeward.
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2great effect in convincing the population with his art of the moon landing's authenticity. A CIA ploy as any I've seen, she remarked while half-heartedly massaging events.
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3uristics inroads crossing a deep-boiling personal cosmology) to Legba and summoned Woland's old friend, Behemoth for a fanged gallop across the town's melusine moonbeam paths.
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4Betty's fingers traced Brownian motion along the Samoan's supple hide. Together they entered a honeyed mereotopology, at whose zenith Betty just didn't see the point of it at all.
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5My ride like a mecha, my hand inched tantalizingly along my thighs. Bosoms, mine, heaved. My lungs expired gasp after gasp. Musk-bound, I was consumed by an obliterating light.
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2flagrant types of le petit morte, administered by slick latex androgynoues seeping nonchalant violence. Outside, greasy pain dealers loitered, clutching illegal algogenies.
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5was who because they'd inadvertently swapped smiles and genitals around so that bits of everyone were bits on everyone else. When they returned home,their loved ones had difficulty
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5Suddenly dashing from under and above the surrounding environs were multitdes of Brony after Brony in full proudstanding plushie regalia. Typhon knew not what he was getting into.
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4it fidgeted right back. He paused, unsure, before experimentally fingering his cleft. A definite response! His heart fluttered. It wasn't long before he was attracting stares.
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2Eleanor. It would enthrall him even as it damned him. He set to work, perforating the tree with an ice pick until the oil flowed freely into the sentient sponges he'd arrayed
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4Hallelujahs and Ave Marias. At nights when the rectory locked its doors they slid out into the neon spattered streets to hawk their wares. They promised chrome dreams and stainless
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4toilet flung from a disintegrating space station onto the skull of an unsuspecting teenager at the prime of her life, thus causing her to into the ranks of undead soul reapers.
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3His belly strained against his orange jumpsuit, lips glistening with grease.Tears caught,sparkled in his beard."I wanted to die on my own terms."That heart attack just didn't come.
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3A darkness covered the land, the Brockengespenst conjuring itself from a far off peak, and it fled the sunrise, looming, towards the hive.It was the monstrous, bat-like Criss Angel
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4"Come to the ark!" cried the madman who had constructed for years a ship made from tupperware and saran wrap, and now he was laughing, closing his translucent doors to everyone.