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10wIf I was a 10w, there would be ten words.
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Apr 5, 2013
10wWe don’t need lobotomy’s anymore just watch the Jersey Shore.
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Apr 6, 2013
10WMake sure to keep hydrated...Drink some gluten-free water!
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Mar 19, 2013
10WMy allergies have been acting up lately... Haiku! Bless you.
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Feb 17, 2013
10WMy opinion, Pink Floyd is more creative than the Beatles.
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Feb 17, 2013
10w x 10w = 100w2I’m a terrible conductor who’s lost his train of thought. / “Stool sample….???? / I’ll see what I have at my bar.”
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Apr 14, 2013
1 Dried Apricot for Lunch and a Xanax for Dessert.I step inside and get in line. / The first thing that catches my eye is a sign that reads: Subway issues codes for a free cookie as a thank-you for completing a survey. Ask a Sandwich Artist for details. / I think to myself, “Sandwich Artist?” You gotta be ******* kidding me.
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Jul 14, 2013
AdorationLilac-scented winds / furtively creep through / the window, rhythmically
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May 25, 2013
All I Ever Needed to Know, I Learned in Kindergarten.Good morning, class! I am your substitute teacher, and I will be teaching you your ABC’s today. Let’s not waste time and just dive right in! / A is for Anxiety. That’s that feeling you get when you go to recess and see the bullies waiting for you on the playground. / B is for ******* If you don’t know what that means, that’s when your daddy abandons you before he even gave you a chance.
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Apr 7, 2013
All You Need is a Mocha E-Cig & a Rawhide Bone (Short Story)“CAAAAMON-CAAAMON-CAAMON-CAMON. **** YOU. **** YOU, YOU STUPID ******* I slam on the brakes as the traffic light turns red, the front end of my car now parked in the middle of the intersection. / A bunch of headlights begin to move towards me, and I rev the engine, slamming the car into reverse. Now behind the white line, I lean back and take a few breaths. I sound like my old man. That nasty, fat ***** was always screaming at those useless racehorses as his soggy, limp cigar would bounce from his lips, spit landing all over the paid-in-full fakies of whatever blonde ***** was cuddled up next to him for the afternoon. Having lost everything by the end of the day, he would always plod home and deposit his soiled, checkered pants on the laundry room floor and crawl into bed to make love to my mom. / Ugh. I need to stop thinking about him. I already wish I could be one of those old horses who gets shot in the head. Today was my five-year work anniversary, and on behalf of the entire department, volcano-face Emily bestowed upon me a massive dog bone, which now sits tauntingly on my passenger seat. As she suppressed that nasty giggle of hers and handed me the bone, the room erupted with laughter, someone shouting from the back corner, “Hey, Ed! Get it?! You’re always like a dog with a bone!” Maybe I should go back to work and make that ***** play fetch.
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Mar 22, 2014
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