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She was a study in contrasts. A crown overflowing with blackest threads paired with razor red lips. And she threw herself at me ( Read more... )

I.I remember the old man from work. His hearty bushel of white across the upper lip, his tanned skin, his heavy glasses. The curious thing looked quite like a walrus ( Read more... )

The old woman down the street, second house from the end, thinks I'm a drug addict. She told my aunt that she saw me smiling to myself as I swung my cigarette about near the street end ( Read more... )

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I want to go through life as if I were a small, crazed rodent.

"I bite and claw, hop and more,"
my resume would say.

For winter, I'd burrow into the navel of a pale-skinned goddess and feed on her silvery lint. A solid plan, no?

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You know what would be a good name for a nightclub? The Labia. You know what would be a good name for a rock band? The Labia. Just sayin ( Read more... )

So this is how it went.

Lamb cutlets, turkey chunks, pepperoni slices, scoops of pasta, a bowl of creamiest mushroom soup-

I was a ridiculous glutton that night. A change from the usual lustful, prideful, envying creature that I am. (I'm quite convinced my veins are a sickly green.) But that night, I thought I'd eat away my malignant heart. How ( Read more... )

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