UFOs
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The Moldy Oranges of God
The walls of the room where I was being kept were a sickly yellowish orange color. Perhaps more akin to the color of a bleached peach. On one of the walls was a large painting of a maniacal-looking man holding a moldy orange in each of his hands. Continue reading
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A Proper Breakfast Though Alienated
I cut up some of the sausages and ruptured egg yolks with the pieces and then ate. She studied me as I worked my mouth and then swallowed. “It’s much deeper than that. It goes into her crazy dreams and her longing for real love. She has a very complicated mind.” Continue reading
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Mr. Kringle-go-Round
He plotted a path across the highway. As he slowly walked, the rushing machines went right through him as if he wasn’t even there. Continue reading
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