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Songs As Stories: The King of Wretches
I don't have a favorite season, per se, but whenever summer rolls around, my head swims with near endless possibilities of how I can alter not only my reality but the reality of existence so that I can...
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Songs As Stories: My Mind Is Not My Own Today
My mind is not my own today. Neither of my minds. That reality continues to plague me as I make my way through both my workaday lives, and I mingle with people both strange and familiar. My minds are...
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Custody Battle *expletive deleted*
Legend had it there existed lucky f**ks who actually had the luxury of choosing whether or not to be an f**king @$$hole, Kylie, unfortunately, was not one of those b**tards. Her great grandfather was...
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The Math of the Moment
There were two things that Evan knew: 1. Mathematics 2. He lived the wrong kind of life The first he had known nearly all his life, from age four, if a proud mother's braggadocio was to be believed....
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No Future In Arguing
Because of the argument with her mother, Lakshmi wasn't able to sleep. It happened ten days ago to this very minute and her hatred for her mother hadn't abated one iota. Truth to tell, she wasn't able...
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The Anniversary Meal
As Amantha carefully diced the spleen, she caught herself. Lost in the preparation of the meal, she absently sang a song under her breath. Normally, this wouldn't have been a problem but she was doing...
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Joey Mac and the Pearlescent Unicorn Uniform Part 1
His job made Joseph MacDonal II, Joey to his pals, the enemy of the world and a target for assassination. He was one of the few people on the planet trained and licensed to butcher unicorns and prepare...
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Love’s Love Lost
Once, in the gloomy and perpetually rainy City of Alphabet, there was born a girl who was said to be the living embodiment of love. From the doctor's first slap, the girl giggled instead of crying and...
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The Folds of Love
When the delivery truck pulls up outside the shop, neither of us look out the window. We know exactly who it is. 12:15 pm on the dot means Department of Tissue Waste Removal. Light load today. Driver...
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One Hell Of An Offer
Modestine was aware of the gap in her memory, the section of consciousness that was removed and two separate events seamlessly spliced together in a non-jarring, dream jump cut fashion.
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