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how was your dayby Kit Muldoon & Edward Wells II"It was just another day." Norman drolled to his Mother."But I'm trying to tell you about my day.", she responded and quickly continued, "The bus was right was right on time. I can't believe that th...
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One chick was bouncing around on a sticky coffee table to the fourth replay of Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believin’.” From the couch below, a group of guys watched her shake her ass and whispered to one another about the way ...
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Hitting Kohls Trent spent eight years in community college. His parents told him he needed to get into a university and move on to better things instead of working at McDonalds, getting into trouble, and going in and out of the psychiatric...
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Jelly Roll Morton was who I liked to wake up to the most. It meant that grandpa was at our house and when he came over it meant there were donuts. We loved donuts. My brothers, dad, grandpa and I would sit around the dining table, a nice table, surro...
On the aspirations of a well-trai...
What if I could transcend the boundaries of normalcy and boredom in sex? What if there was no such thing as real sex? It would be live sex, of course. But harmless in the act and unreal in it's returns. He calls it harmless. I tell him harmlessness i...
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Donald O'DonovanMittensMy sister Erin had a cat, a fluffy orange tabby with white front paws—little Mittens. Mittens didn’t amount to much but Erin was crazy about her. But my father hated that cat. He said she was a thorn in his side, wh...
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Neon lights flicker. The moon is high. The air is filled with smoke. The gum on the sidewalk is scattered in black dots which use to be bright colors. The clicking of heels is heard as if a stampede is outside late in the night. Sequins glitter in ...
New Year's Two Thousand Something
Do you want to read a story? It’s just a little something I wrote a little while back. Just wanted some input, some thoughts on the quality. Just read and we’ll see where we go. Perh...
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Like all Big Money U.S. court cases, this one was settled out of court for an undisclosed sum. All the same, the case created a national stir, becoming the hot topic around the water coolers and internet chat rooms. It w...
Capes and Cones for the Clothesma...
On a summer’s day, the type where the sun is up from six in the morning until nine o’clock at night, the heat becomes inescapable. The young man decided to take his only son to the park, a perfect walking distance of on...
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To celebrate our savagery and contempt, as well as my imminent departure, we go to the red light district of Brussels for a Sunday night drive. Unfortunately, Juana rear-ends some Moroccans as we get into a heated debate abou...
It means that the human essence...
The first is what this book discusses as rejection. It is a moment when the confidence in our essence gathers enough strength to burst into the open, in spite of the power of the given, which is inimical to it. The other response to our contrad...
Super-specifiable-general Relativ...
Through the ecumenical extra-uterine paradise of Bernini's Cornaro shoots an engraved reproduction of the Perpignan railway. Like flies on a quantum of action, with the speed and dexterity of incredible hypocrisy, its caption reads: Genius always mov...
This leaves us, in the void of ou...
This leaves us, in the void of our everyday lives, confined to the passive state of playing the role imposed by second nature, keeping our essential powers and the longing for a beautiful life hidden away under the required mask. The mask has grown f...
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The death room was eerily silent. Even when prison officials and medical personnel entered for the conformation and to document the time of death, the silence was not broken. They went about their business unhooking him from the automated intra...
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It was late, early spring, night time, nothing doing. I looked at some porn, found some funny internet videos, stayed up. I picked out this one with a cop and some chick who was trying to get out of being arrested. When she started going down on the ...
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You know everything about a guy after you give him head. It’s in the way he asks you to go down. If his hand forces then he’s a prick who expects to be satisfied first. He is the same selfish dimwit who thinks girls like deep-throating...
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The world is ever so colorful that with every blink it changes shades. You might not know that but the colors you see now are probably familiar to you but are constantly changing, since not everyone sees the same. The grass can be greener for some ...
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When I opened my eyes, I found myself staring at a cloudless blue sky. I had decided long ago that cerulean blue was indeed my favorite color for the sky to be. In fact, if the climate were to maintain itself year-long; seventy-eight degr...
FANTASTIC OPPOURTUNITIES FROM HOM...
WIth GOOGLE. WITH WITH GOOGLE> Eyes can you get it it it get it? I DID AND now the money IS LIKE THE OLD MAN to be going in the way of GREEN GREEN GREEN. Millions! I QUIT MY LIFE AND GOT A JOB EATING HOT LADIES! So ...
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Harry was down in the dumps one day looking for the book that he accidently had thrown away a few days prior. He had found the general area where, by the looks of it, his garbage had been dumped and that of his neighbors. Harry was getting close to...
there is rebirth and then there i...
I am stagnant. I am unmoving, unfeeling. Which is a lie. Like telling yourself you’re broken, because you feel less whole. But it’s thought. That is how thought works, like unconnected spindles. Lik...
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I knew from the moment you emerged that she would find animosity in my existence as well as an unalterably unconditional love in your existence. Within mere seconds until death do us part became an eternity, a prison sentence behind the bars of her...
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An excerpt from the homeless novel Night Train by Donald O'Donovan It started out with wanting to take a bath, the three of us. It had been weeks for me and months or maybe even years for Jack, and for Angela who knows. I had my own signature st...
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Imagine an auditorium with a big stage. Then take away the wall behind the stage, so that you're looking through the stage, like a frame. Through the stage, see an avenue - worn, out of touch, faded 1970's decor. The middle of the Ave is the middle o...
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Fifty bettas died last night, an entire shelf of plastic cups full of bile and dead fish. They look they've been frozen, their fins stiff, their serious-looking mouths open as if in the middle of a conversation. I have no idea what caused the slaught...
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