I do this all the time, she said, pulling out a pair of rusty scissors from her skirt's thick black waistband.
She cut off her left thumb. Then her forefinger.
Then my right thumb.
Then my head.
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some days I remember the lies you told me and i laugh at both of us at me, for wanting so badly to believe you at you, for having t...
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A lot of scientific epistemology or historiography focus on the methodology of discovery, the paradigm shifts of humans and the viability an...
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outlining, on the ground in blood chalk the structure of that thing that you need or feel that you need in order to feel full.
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I had always thought that my brains were the ticket, the legs, the whole hog of the operation, that they would take me wherever I needed/wan...
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