Monthly Archive: February 2017

Buster Dance was one pickle away from winning the competition. He could feel it. He was finally going to be able to beat Bertoletti’s sour pickle record. Once and for all. 5 lbs 11.2 oz in six minutes at Isle…
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And the Lord said, If I find in Sodom fifty righteous within the city, then I will spare all the place for their sakes. — Gen 18:26 Chester pulled his ragged wool sweater more closely around his torso. He felt a…
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It may be the allergies. People had been saying that the allergies were bad now, but he didn’t know. Where did the allergies come from anyway? he wondered. He hadn’t felt usual in a while. The TV sang to him…
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Why is everything so god dammed difficult? Do I just have to wait, until my blood sugar goes down. What the fuck is the problem? I’ve had two cups of tea so far this morning and just a damn pickle….
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Join me. Find out firsthand what it’s like to forgive and dance. Yes, you heard that right: forgive and dance. Forgive by dancing. Be still an instant. Forget all the things you have ever learned as you plant your feet…
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I used to construct pendulums made of pentangles in three towers that held more books than you could hope to explore in a lifetime. Back then there were small, furry creatures with four legs, long tails, and very sharp teeth…
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“These children are KILLING me with their babble!” she screamed. “Now, now, Tadanta,” I said, “we’ve talked about this. The little monkeys can’t help themselves. That they can think at all is flabbergasting. Expecting them to make even a modicum…
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Lollai, lollai, litil child, whi wepistou so sore? Nedis mostou wepe, hit was iyarkid the yore Euer to lib in sorow, and sich and mourne euere, As thin eldren did er this while hi aliues wore. Lollai, lollai, litil child,…
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