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by TNT
Surf songs - she coudln't pin it down, but it kept her thinking about the waves - how you ride waves of all kinds. Sometimes you wipe out. It's the balance you keep when you ride a board. It was religious. What was that song, she wondered? She couldn't get it out of her mind. "Jesus walks on water, he doesn't need a board, he looks like Captain Nemo but folk's just call him Lord. All the Saints are surfers, One with the Cosmic Flow. The sunrise is splended, the sea is glorified, but when you surf with Jesus, your soul is sanctified." That's it. She thought, I'll stick the words into an envelope and send it to the Beach Boys. She smiled as the boy on the bike with the basket passed her. His pals are Buddha and Krishna from long ago, because the Saints are surfers, One with the Cosmic Flow. That's it. It was done.
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by RMAF
An Unhuman Hug.
The little girl went to Scripps Aquarium thinking she would quietly wander through the water world exhibit. Once she saw the floating hippo rubbing up on the glass next to her, time ceased to exist for her. She sat there studying the huge animal and felt it studying her. Then mental telepathy took over like a heavy opaque fog. She felt an inner peacefulness envelope her like a warm hug.
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"I don't get it," said Henry. "There's a lot going on that I don't get."
by CC
Garrh! Garrh! said Martin. Since he had become a Tyrannosaurus Rex, his speech problems had intensified. But his finicky tastes were, thankfully, a thing of the past. He had eaten his son Wilbur, his wife Doreen, and the entire Nielsen family next door, including their cat, all raw. He was proud of going all raw, and felt stronger and better for it. A VW pulled up and his old friend Henry got out. Henry looked at the yard and saw the big T. Rex standing there. "Haargh," said Martin, trying to call his friend to come closer. Martin was perpetually hungry these days. "I don't get it," said Henry. "There's a lot going on that I don't get." He was on his way back to the VW when Martin caught up with him.
by CC
Garrh! Garrh! said Martin. Since he had become a Tyrannosaurus Rex, his speech problems had intensified. But his finicky tastes were, thankfully, a thing of the past. He had eaten his son Wilbur, his wife Doreen, and the entire Nielsen family next door, including their cat, all raw. He was proud of going all raw, and felt stronger and better for it. A VW pulled up and his old friend Henry got out. Henry looked at the yard and saw the big T. Rex standing there. "Haargh," said Martin, trying to call his friend to come closer. Martin was perpetually hungry these days. "I don't get it," said Henry. "There's a lot going on that I don't get." He was on his way back to the VW when Martin caught up with him.
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by PV
By now Frederick would have received the package. She was cozy and far away from the disaster zone. It was nice to have a minimum of distractions. The Alaskan pilot probably thought she was a bit bonkers, but as he unloaded her carefully chosen gear he realized that this women knew what she was doing. She even had a Malamute companion, for gosh's sake. After the plane left, Diane allowed herself a bit of reflection. The plane would pick her up in a week, more then enough time to ensure the movements of the wheels of justice to have begun - be they legal or cosmic. Frederick's downfall would be a long awaited comeuppance, one definitely cheered by the neighbors and those he had hoodwinked. Diange giggled. She had left it on the counter hoping he would see it when he came home. She hoped he got home early and it had not lost its freshness. Mitzie had perked her ears and nose up when Diane left the pile of shit on the counter.
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by LJD
There had been a number of suspicious incidents over the past month. No-one - not anyone - seemed to care. Indian women were dressing as Pilgrims and Pilgrim women were dressing as men. Letty was angry with Patty due to her lack of commitment in dressing as a man. After another swig of moonshine, Letty said, "How many times do I need to tell you that coal from the fire ring is what you need to draw sideburns or a mustache. If you do not want to go all the way, then you shouldn't play!"
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