boxedrobot
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She thanks him for his time, watches as he pockets the limp roll of bills. Funny the funk these boys carry, she thinks, sips her final G&T.
12:29 PM Dec 9th
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Her inner-brain failsafe active, messages trudge along through the old analog valves, hissing steam and that old 1940's coffee follies tune.
1:30 PM Sep 24th
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Vaguely vengeful feeling fuels my thoughts, bullet point list-making. Cross your name off or leave it on? What will happen when I haunt you?
6:24 AM Sep 2nd
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Over your body, little hairs sprouting, oily and nocturnal. I split apart the skin of Cropping Kevin, legally mutated into a fey reminder.
12:17 PM Aug 31st
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Cure reality by blending threats, hit the ground like exhaustion. Kick him hard. "Emotion" and I will happen soon. I'm stripped sort of.
7:04 AM Aug 24th
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On my thighs: red; born to appear. And I know that every neck, a warm bag, when my eyes open, you in the jaw, to rust, represent extinction.
6:46 AM Aug 24th
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In the dark, I find you: lantern of bereavement by forced supplication to the aegis of Tartarus; victimhood by gerascophobic encroachment!
6:02 AM Aug 18th
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In all things, she was glacially refined. Except vivisection, an activity to which she brought a manic ferocity of will to pale Dionysus, O!
10:02 AM Aug 6th
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Pregnant, she pushed the shopping cart into the river. What shopping couldn't cure the fast moving water might. Double coupon days confused.
10:59 AM Aug 2nd
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The beginning of me: silent and impotent against torment. The horror that descends at this time forges steel mentality. Trapped in plastic.
8:35 AM Jul 31st
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Feeling coy and not a little precocious, she lifted the hem of her skirt. Sam gasped appreciatively upon the brief glimpse of a tentacle.
10:03 AM Jul 29th
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@ You should change all your email passwords as well, esp. any connected to your Twitter account. And then change them often
8:15 AM Jul 28th
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in reply to MichaelPBoatman
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@ really enjoyed Greenhouse, love the use of the scoutmaster's voice, for whatever reason that nailed it for me.
8:42 AM Jul 24th
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in reply to MichaelPBoatman
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He has a fetish for novels, short stories. Autoerotic fixation with the authors signature. The well worn lines describe best wishes, etc.
6:30 AM Jul 23rd
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I've got you wanting more to be wanting than you want to be, wordlessly lost in a paranoid funk. Five fingers, a love lost at the arcade.
12:02 PM Jul 20th
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Uneventful? You want the whole package? It costs. More than money. You got a lot of time to kill? Perfect. Lie back, it's easy. Let's erase.
1:05 PM Jul 19th
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Chipped tooth, magnet for ultra contempt. Burly man, hand on shoulder, squeezing. Hard. Sound of confession. First feeling of love, trust.
6:30 AM Jul 10th
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@ my lovingly inscribed ARC of "Secret Society" arrived in the post at work this morning. That plus 2x espresso makes things click.
5:20 AM Jul 9th
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He wants to exact revenge, precisely, like lines of chalk delimiting the sharp angles and remote curves of a model, a mannequin, or me.
7:42 AM Jul 8th
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He's shaped like Danny DeVito in Batman as Penguin, backing out of his BMW, look of self-righteous pedigree and moral standing. Cock sucker.
2:26 PM Jul 6th
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- Name boxedrobot
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