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A dream about a headThere on the table, surrounded by a ribcage of men. Looks like a prop, smells of metal, but no metal I know. One fly hums electrically then hundreds, all upon the face. Jerky animation, the black bobbles shuffling on his eyelids. It's in colour. I don't think that's as rare as they make out. Crisper every time, the buzzing getting louder; the fly-hive; the men are leaning in, watching him dissolve. The play over, the flies are striking set. The head. The ribs. The horror-fur of legs jostling on him, on me. What's left. I fear them clearing. What's left is not a head.A dream about a head
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Oh, fertilityJuicy as she may have been, Caroline makes an average statuette. Her likeness is no closer to life than movie tie-in merchandise, apologising with unmistakeable costume Granted, stone does not bend generously and she was never one to be captured anyway, but two spheres, a disclaimer and a nametag, or a garden gnome in a wig would take me more speedily to her. The artist must have folded at the pollen pockets of her breasts in source material; must have set down the file or chisel and despaired, jilting the tiny goddess halfway between hyperreOh, fertility
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Elena's FaceLord, I tried. Every piece of you that broke, I glued it, sewed it, hoped. My cheek ached where yours was bruising like a peach, withdrawing. Something taking you, cell by cell, like a palace dismantled by masterthieves. You changed from coffee to white to green and finally a shadow started settling over you. Understand: I couldn't leave you there, where rats used your pelvis as a throne, nursing their babies in your vellus hair. Couldn't leave your fine lips to wither and me a doctor. Gentle, gentle with her. The sun is up. Away.Elena's Face
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The origin of wineShe lies on the bed transformed. I suddenly want her. Everything melts as I meander my hands down her sides. Clamp my lips down on her nipples, forcing them into my face. Flashbacks of friends laughing as she led me out splinter in the breeze from the window. Fumbling, I miss the spot. My nail snags in her hair. A sigh, then in. She barks that gruesome laugh and I do not notice. Again, it turns to powder on the wind; passes out as a vampire. This must be how Jacob got through the night with Leah.The origin of wine
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Cleanliness Before All Things“I need a wash,” Sunstreaker growled.Cleanliness Before All Things
“I didn’t copy that, Sunstreaker,” came Prowl’s voice, through the intercom. “Can you repeat?”
“I said I need a wash. Got scummy handprints all over my doors. It’s putting me off. The dust concentration in this headwind isn’t helping much either.”
A kink in the road thumped beneath their tyres. Prowl hesitated, then:
“Sunstreaker… maintain radio silence unless absolutely necessary.”
Sunstreaker glowered and accelerated ahead of his commanding officer. Prowl did not, could not understand the distraction caused by
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