Prose
Nov 20th, 2007 |
By Defenestration
Reynold fell asleep behind the wheel of the car, waking up again some twenty or thirty miles away on another highway. “Aw crap,” his mouth moves to say. He pulls over at the next exit, stops at a large convenience store to get his bearings. A man inside feels all the bags of Ruffles, the
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Oct 20th, 2007 |
By Defenestration
Warning: May contain nuts Recommended Audience: 18.5 + According to Harold Bloomers, ‘the love shared by Romeo and Juliet is as healthy and normative as a honey-coated enema after having your leg ripped off and your soul destroyed by an irate chicken wearing stilettos.’ Discuss this statement in relation to Shakespeare’s play and whatever version
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Oct 20th, 2007 |
By Defenestration
When I first found out I was a prophet I was super pumped. I mean who wouldn’t be. One day I’m the stockroom manager at Smart and Final and then, out of nowhere, I’m an instrument of the living god. That’s a hell of a promotion. He did a really good job explaining it to
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Oct 20th, 2007 |
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Having mastered the works of one Dr. Seuss at a precocious age, it was clear that I would be naturally gifted in the art of freestyle rap, should I ever choose to make my debut in this art form. However, even with the force of this overwhelming scientific evidence, my obstinate boyfriend Mr. Cleemann saw fit
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Oct 20th, 2007 |
By Defenestration
I met the last short girl I loved in pretty much the same way that I met the first short girl I loved. I was five days out of jail and I parked the car I was sleeping in right outside her house. Like the first short girl, she was a little over four feet.
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