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I have a way of holding things so that they don’t break.
It comes from the Greek meaning to sheath or wrap.
It’s metallurgy not metal allergy.
What’s metallurgy?
Mi amigo alter ego.
I don’t dare reveal to her how I truly feel, no matter who badly I want her both in flesh and spirit. At nights, I’m plagued by the nagging suspicion that no one could make her feel as I would that her whole life she has been waiting for me to touch her, to caress her, to make her pleasure ours.
They’re saying you’re a phony. Some kind of scribbler cum con artist.
At least they think of me as an artist.
You’re missing the point. Your name is muck in every bar in town from here to the diamond district.
It is? I’ll have my revenge on them with an epic expose that reveals they are the real phonies, they are the only charlatans and hustlers. It will be on every bookshelf in town.
Then, with no small effort, he placed it in the trash and closed the lid. But those days, the wasted days still haunted him. At night, he could not sleep without dreaming of them marching out of the trash, Monday the twelfth, Tuesday the twenty-seventh, Sunday the first, all marching out in a line to his bedroom to have their revenge.
How the hell is it you think you know what everyone thinks?
Sure, the animals scream but not because they have souls, don’t be a fool. They scream because like all mortal beings they can feel pain. And that is the song they sing, a song of life’s final drama being played out by them on the killing floor.
Let me tell you something, rollerblades look even more gay.
Gayer.
Huh?
It’s not more gay it’s gayer.
I haven’t read it but someone was telling me about it. Sounds rather reminiscent of a web page in which they do the same thing.
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