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"Mmm mm, she never told me 'bout no... what didyousay shecall' them boys?" "Demons, she called them; she called them 'demons,'" my well-spoken dial..

a fountain for a nose and a geyser for a mouth, a river of slime running downher throat, sweat-encrusted blankets, greasy hair, aching,..

i love you. i expected my heart to leap out, dance around in victorious celebration. but it sat there, still, as if he'd t..

excuse me, sir? a cough and shuffle, averted eyes. they were red-rimmed this morning, he hasn't slept much, or well, at least. ..

i'm afraid of spoons. they'll drop me, you see.

a soft voice, growing louder, garbled. static from the speaker up front, a human-form, with an aching back... thoughts disco..

curry favor. salt your lies. pepper your work with imagination. cream mixed with coffee, colors your skin. until tomato-red ..

a year ago, a flash of light, a broken crash, glass shattering, splintering, abrasive and gritty, underfoot, underpalm. ..

let's throw out something powerful, something grand, pretend it's interesting, or even profound, let's give you something to relat..

stutter-step, stutter-step, stutter-step, shuffle... you're not sure you want to break away, but you know you have to, be caught up..