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,,,slowly grew into the spray from two powerful diesels engines, which hovered slightly above the horizon, rapidly approaching our point of anchorage,,,,
Super acuity, it’s incredible! We succumb to an acute pyro-synaptic event. Time seems to stop and start and stop and start and... “Thank God!!!!!!”
When the old Buick stopped I couldn’t believe my luck. I was sure enough tired. It'd been a long day a'searing heat, and nasty looks.
,,erupted from my throat, gushing upwards in a voluminous spewing geyser of bile, orange juice and inhuman screams,,
,,,three robots in starched-grey button-downs, straighten up and drop the evil-eye on'ya all at once. “Why do you want to know?”,,, I figure he must be d'top dog in this cluster-fuck.
,,,was extruded through the answer to a question repeated over and over, freeze-framed in the shock of her mindless penetrating gaze; “You just killed my son in law”.
,,,all sleeping one atop the other amidst the resounding din from hundreds of screaming children and overwrought mothers at their wits end. No,,,, it was something else that caught my eye...
,,,We strained and stressed and spit and farted, and somehow we managed to lift the damn thing into the straining arms of the Chinamen ,,,
The look on the faces of the Indonesians was one of deep satisfaction. They knew that when you were boiled to death, you were really dead.
When the hungry baby pushed it's head up under the big, bad, buffalo, looking for tit's, it gored the buffalo's belly and killed it.
,,,only to inhale it all back in ravenously, and in the shortest amount of time. Spit, sweat and phlegm spewed forth in hyperbolic grace from my distorted face...