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“Water,” said the woman as she forced a cold glass into the man’s trembling hand. On her face was a look of mingled pity and dis..
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A pair of boots up a rickety set of stairs in the evening's shadows.
Critch.
Critch.
Critch.
A man's deep and sad sigh fell into the world, ..
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The voices of consciousness
They will one day speak
“You did it, but you failed making it count.”
“More than enough time, but n..
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How should I know where this came from? I just listen to the voices in my head.
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Lou Gehrig's Disease.
The familiar man in the long and pretentious white coat, who also wore thick and comicalspectacles, used what I assumed to be..
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Pick up the phone.
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Who would've ever thought that world warfare would take a turn for the ridiculously horrific in the 21st Century?
Little Boy and Fat Man poured ter..
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I saw this show the other night that pissed me off beyond words, you see...
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What happened to this place? It isn't, BY A LONG SHOT, even a shadow of its former self. Where's the life and the light? Where are the manic and ins..
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I brushed my palm across dry cacti today
And there they were,
The welts
Performing in lined flesh like irritated pathways to individual alterna..
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