You all are suspects in blood deeds that should never have been done. Some of you want your deed found out but not yourselves. But you must be found out and the finding is dangerous. You bad people are dangerous and the coffee is soo bad but on it goes anyways.
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Julian told me that “Everything will be fine. All will be fine. And all manner of thing will be fine.” She said something like that. In all honesty it was a little difficult to pay attention to her when she was speaking. It was the way of her speaking. And then of course there was that accent.
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He marched into the growl with the damned hound on his heel. A long time coming was his anger and all the better brewed his fury, which he released sans stipulation upon the rotten bastards who took his own things away from him.
Thusly he attempted to kick them back into the black damed up holes of their coming. Thusly he went in after them, stalwart, sun tanned and filthy like a fallen god.
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Laid out on the examination table, a body.
The examination table is also the lecture room.
Dark and heavy, leaning over, their attention is elsewhere
besides the body, an open book.
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The smog settled down with quiet
in the night, slow and soft
a dream of a fairy tale kingdom forest.
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There was no fire. The city never existed, never burned down neither. There never was a city here. Just land. Dry and empty save the occasional rolling weed skitting past with the wind. When it blows. There is also a car off to the side. One day the car rolled in like a rolling weed. Unlike the rolling weed, the car stopped and stayed where it was despite the wind. After these things there is nothing here.
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