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This piece is an erosion of an article in the The Onion (Denver Colorado edition) March 5, 2009 Vol. 45 Issue 10 Husband, Wife Unaware They Are A Comedy Teamonline link: http://www.theonion.com/content/news/husband_wife_unaware_they_are_a ...
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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...
naked by (permutation of the lett...
You know that time that You knew it happened But the look on everyone's face said no it didn't They didn't know You didn't lead They're insane You're still here They hated Winifred to state the p...
the deceit, the fraud, and the na...
the rounding of the curve the angle of the cornering there was an imperfection in your stride, a certain swerve not the ambling of relaxed inhibition, but an intentional resetting of your course the belie-ing of the origin&n...
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A letter arrived todaywith return to sender scribbled in an unfamiliar scriptbelow the stamp.It doesn’t smell of the tobacco smokethat lingers in your beardor the soft breath of peppermint schnapps;instead, it’s yellowed by hours spentben...
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there’s this thing that i need to tell you and it’s the most important thing and its about hearts and lust and dreams and me this thing is about years and nights it’s about giving anythings but it will fall quick and ...
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driving driving my bare feet dangle out the window we can pretend I have long red hair twin braids down ...
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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 ...
Orwellianism enacted with articul...
Do you hear that? Among the melody of war drums and the sleepy sigh of a recessed economy, the fatherly hum of Orwellianism wafts on the morning breeze. Hauling the laughter of doublespeak on its wings, it labors to lull the cacophony of a chaotic wo...
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Sometimes I periodically table the elements Fork goes on the left Knife goes in the back The butter is at 10 and 2 A perfect gentleman that always wipes the corners of his wounds...
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there’s a world out therewhere all the pigeons have tourett’sand all the girls wear red lipstickwhere the blind are led by unicornsand all the cops ride scooterswhere tortoises wear knee socksand cheetahs chat on Bluetoothwhere neckties a...
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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...
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I love her. I’ve been fortunate enough to spend many an hour with her as we approach the conclusion to the second year of our relationship. During our first date, I was confident I’d made the right decision. Conver...
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I walked up to you on the street, but you couldn't recognize an old classmate. I've always had trouble knowing the difference between breakfast, lunch or dinner....
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