Finished Folds (381—399)
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7The needle probed a vein, popped it. She sighed, her toes curling on the filthy mattress. Ever since sandmen, dream entradistas, brought back the stuff, the world lay in a stupor.
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4It was a drive-by shooting, only it was film instead of bullets.
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4Cheshire grins drifted from the heavens like fat snowflakes. To be touched meant immediate and perpetual mirth resulting in a long, riotous cachinnate towards death by starvation.
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1Everyone immediately blushed and looked at their feet. Accounts of the olfactory devastation at the Day's Inn placed him as the hero. But he was only trying to save himself from
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3entered, munching a blueberry bagel. It was like telepathy. He stared at me through the caked blood paint and I looked back. We remained like that for a good couple of minutes then
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4my vision with blood that leaked from the ensuing lacerations. I would have to depend on other eyes, and my third one unfolded, a three-dimensional pyramid spinning out in all
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5slowly going, busy preparing a succulent imaginary feast of these Care bears to Care-a-lot. Dark Heart snapped out of it to find the pink one looking up at him with big wide eyes.
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4This continued for several more cycles until he woke up in a darkened room. A skeleton slumped at the nurse's chair. "She sure was big-boned," Dirk said, rubbing his eyes.
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4she didn't see. Which was a good thing because my dreams were astral now in leaking, bold primary colours, prancing around Wendy. She would blanch at the things they were doing.
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3, with a gasp, his reproductive cells. The results were glorious. Thermal energy radiated from the petridish to suffuse his features and he saw worlds upon worlds. My God, he was
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4"Give me the ring," growled Benedict, suddenly hoarse with lust. "I cannot last for long without it." I figured I would cut the pumpernickel roll loose to save our necks.
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3rock where fraternity boys pissed away a thousand and one nights of benders, its urea soaked surface quietly radiating a nose's smorgasbord of histories. Hauling up my supersquirt,
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6He stood there, unwitting, as I slathered that tube of dense commercially marketed mucus, cherry-scented, all over his Chaps. He called the cops for wholly unrelated reasons.
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3He took the only stick a man was born with and started drumming while she in her bra and panties did the flesh bongo,the scene exploding into a hellzapoppin lindy hopping craze.
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4Ten intrepid explorers traveled into the heartless depths of Mt Krazak and emerged blasted out of their skulls. They took teeth to any fresh flesh and passed on the black disease.
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3"You must be under the impression that this wouldn't be against your wishes," the voice said as it punched his gut, causing him to regurgitate his meal. There was a noisy chewing.
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3its wrathful odoure, then its diarrheal force was onto us. Sgt Needlepoop sprayed past, crying, "Tally-ho!" to the watery muck of his porcelain grave.
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6It was staring me right in the eye, making coherent thought impossible.I imagined it squeaking as it crossed the asphalt, and the squawk that would emerge when that mack truck came
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5was out of the question. So he had his protege mount his skull with a live feed and his back with a jet pack. The footage was impossible to view at such high velocities but