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Be still my dying heart! Your dancing eyes caught my gaze. From across the room I could see your animated gestures. Your audience enthralled by your stories. From that first gaze, I am captivated. Zombie-like I walk towards where you are performing your one man show. You say something funny and everyone laughs. As I get closer, your soft velvet voice caresses my aural mechanics. You look up, see me ....

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In a final, desperate attempt to patch up their marriage, R and E decided to climb the Himalayas (it was E’s idea - she had a dream). On the second day of climbing the mountain, they realized they had not been alone after all; R had packed the kids. ....

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We watched a B-Grade movie last night, where there were a lot of extra-marital doings. I trust Mr Muffin implicitly, but movies like this get me thinking. And he’s been working long hours for the last few weeks (though this is more likely to have something to do with the fact that I am now back at full volume). So, I asked him if he would ever be ....

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The harsh white light framed her body in a silhouette. She was standing on the balcony of the house, looking out over the scrubland of the Karoo. Her elbows on the balustrade. She leaned back into a stretch, hanging her head and then looking back over her shoulder into the house. He watched her from the couch. “So. What do you think?” he asked “Beautiful. Not ....

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Do you have a poncho? Who in their sweet mother fucking minds invented ponchos? Let's give that dickwad a blanket and a pair of scissors. And while we are at it how about a prize. Now. Let. Me.See. "The Wraith: Shangri-La" by Insane Clown Posse should do it, that bunch of retard, trailer-trash, pre-apocalyptic head fucks. They're pretty much like every other mofo with half a brain cell and ....

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I’m thinking about my summer holiday. And it won’t matter if summer never shows up down here, I’m going north. Well, a little north and a lot east actually. If you live in the city long enough, after a while, you start to think you belong there. That you’re meant to breathe exhaust fumes and only ever walk on concrete and tar, and to call the dog park nature. To ....

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It's late at night. You've been out with your friends. Had too much wine. Again. Now you're lying in bed and the weight of your body is tying you down. Your mind has sunk below the mattress, beyond the ground. Drip. But the sound. That sound. It's pulling you out. You're moving into darkness. Beyond darkness. And even before the next vibration reaches your ear you anticipate. You ....

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