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"If only she would change her mind!"
by PV
So it's a hot time in old town tonight! What was our crime? We were born into lower society - you know, rats and other unmentionables, the dregs of God. But, the pillars - that's us - underlying society, unmentionable morter upon which the exalted edifices of it all shines. Now if we had not acquired minds we'd not know of our calculated demises. Rats against the beauties of the cosmos. Damn! But my whiskers are getting singed - if only I had cultivated pet status, but who wants a pet rat on a soap box exhorting his brethren to claw up for their rights? Still, would I give my fleas more than short shrift? If only she would change her mind!
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by TT
Joe is my nemesis, my nightmare, my test and trial. His energy is limitless. He creates ingenious attention-grabbing devices. In fact I think of contacting the CIA to recommend him as an agent of subversion and low-tech sabotage. He talks 30 words a second, all nonsense. I try to escape and to ignore him but he gives me terrible headaches that make irritation a minor emotional complaint compared to the crisis of explosive frustrations and panic. After I have abused him verbally and called him every mean epithet that I can conjure, I lapse into fluent gibberish and unspeakable anguish. Mean-spirited, I watch him on the edge of that cliff without a rope and hope that he'll remain there forever.
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by RMAF
Mr. Big Stud long horn sheep only fell in lust with one of his darling, dancing damsels that mating season. All the rest of the females could not get pregnant that year. I guess one could say he was a one woman man.
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by CC
Liana sat in the center of the circle where she had spread her picnic blanket. Finally she had come by herself to the park to do what she desired for a change. She felt stronger somehow, doing as she pleased. Looking around, she thought to herself, gosh, I'm glad I wore white today! A line of white-gowned women began circling her, chanting doo-lally, woo-lally, shu-lally bong bong bong. Liana wondered if they were practising for a show. They began walking faster and faster until suddenly Smith Street Park disappeared and Liana found herself sitting on a broad grassy plan near stacked hay bales against which leaned spears and shields. Her picnic basket had become drums and jugs of aromatic wine. Finally she had to interrupt. What are you doing? What have you done? One woman stopped to look at her placidly. "We luxuriate in the intense glory of the moment." Another said, "None of us know who we really are."
