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“Run, run, as fast as you can, you can’t escape me, I’m the LottoOddMan!”
The voice that said this was bizarrely hi..
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There was the sound of a paradise bird's rough chirrup and then there was a spitting-mad black Mamba sliding out of the light blue cell phone ..
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The troup of frustrated, not to mention disgusted, soldiers pounded over the squashy terrain that seemed to be the whole of the thick Peruvian j..
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Who was she?
Who was this woman in the everyday, slack-jawed freefall through life?
She sat across from me on the number 28 bus on the crawl d..
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A curtain of black rain fell upon the aged and dingy metropolis that had given birth to me one evening in the spring of late '72.
A rolling, writh..
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The woman sat downin the chair behindthe man with his nose buried in a drab horror anthology. Shesat in an unoccupied seat that had moments before bee..
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"A Llama must understand the intricate possibilities of life after life, my son," said the somber womanwith the determined eyes. Hers ..
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My cousin looked at me and grinned, his teeth smoke-stained and slick with saliva.
He had fucked my girlfriend of two years in the back seat of m..
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I'm an artist. I make a decent living selling my paintings at a small gallery in Greenwich Village.
You know something?
Most of my wor..
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Five minutes.
That's how long it'll take the horde of pigs to pop the heavy-duty locks and break the door down and drag me fromthis storage room ..
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