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Anything to shift the future.

Christmas Eve is when everything is going to be all right.

I’m not your honey! I am nobody’s honey.

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I sat alone watching Sally Field scream about the unfairness of life and death.

She admired every perfect line. Every bead of sweat.

Jove knew the rules. He knew the upper limits.

I can hear the Earth turning on its axis.

I should like to watch the willow bend in soft wind.

Clock in, and stand around for 10 minutes. Talk to your co-workers. You are all complaining, this is your family.

Why didn’t you tell me you were in a horror movie?

What would you think if I bought a baseball team?

I’m running, and I’m very late.

I collect random lies and ingredients I’ll never use.

The once-upon-a-time of America.

We said we’d co-author a book some day.

So whatchya wanna do now?

Teacher, that boy said you was stupid.

She looked across the field of lights. It should have been a neighborhood by now.

You guys are going to Vegas. I want to come with.

Iustitia has done nothing but deceive us, smash us into the dirt, blacker than the night that suffocates us in our sleep. I gasp for air.

Straight into a whole new life.

I was a petless kid.

Nothing gold can stay.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have let him take her home.

I was in love with an Afrobot.

When the music starts, her face brightens.

We were just talking about you!

When he was a baby, his mother tried to kill him. Of this, Mickey is certain.

Bukowski said that there was everything and nothing.

One of life’s great mysteries had finally been revealed to her.

The two of you roar away.

You never know. That’s why you gotta live it every day.

I don’t have to be on that bus, I thought, sitting down at a cafe. I can drop the whole thing, slam cappuccinos till happy hour, then get smashed at a bar.

What could possibly happen at the grocery store?

Pure, simple, happy, and full of sparks. That’s the kind of relationship we had.

I will tell you something, but only if you promise to forget it.

She strains to get in the car before you even open the door.

Have you seen a man walking a cat on a leash?

Can you come pick me up?

I closed my eyes and tried to see life like you did.

As the unimaginable reality of the military coup unfolded I wrote incessantly in my diary.

It is not zee tortilla. It is zee French crepe!

Y’all ladies cooking crockpot chili with the door locked.

I made it through. On my own.

Grandma makes egg mcmuffins and lets us watch R-rated movies.

This is you being a good housewife, he said.

I am lost in the world of birds around me.

She wanted to escape a love affair.

Suddenly he took a fish straight out of the hot molded griddle, wrapped it in a brown paper bag, and extended it towards Janie, “Here!”

Did I want a baby? Did I want an abortion?

A cartwheel? I had never in my life done a cartwheel.

Maybe it’s raining inside his head.

Her happy life vanishes forever.

It was supposed to be a day trip, but you never knew.

Her happy life vanishes forever.

Was she talking with the pill fairy?

They talked about how the world was getting worse.

Is Mama coming home soon?

Is your name really Sócrates Napoleón?

It reminded him of his childhood in India looking out of train windows.

Nothing gets said.

I never saw anyone looking happier.

You must like Tarantino. Do you like Tarantino?

There is still joy, life, and even hope for a better world.

The war inside.

Do you want to? you ask.

Ji-woo takes bites of oigochu and ssamjang, chewing so loudly that I can hear him over the restaurant din of clinking glasses and drunken laughter.

I need you to find something for me where the sunken lady is.

He tells me he had a dream of finding teeth in the soft spot of an apple.

Barbie's bliss.

I always loved music and listening to the radio.

I saw Shakespeare’s sister outside the Gross Out.

New life.

So whatchya wanna do now?

Do you value your phone more highly than your life?

He could change the course of fate.

Truth is I liked feeling Lita.

When I remember.

She looked like she had just walked out of a small-town church, the picture-perfect grandmother.

His sticks grew bored of Frank’s tunes and insisted to let loose.

The mockery of tear here lines.

Neighbor, where is that cup of sugar you borrowed?

You wanted something different.

Are we sure about this?

Staring at the mirror in my bathroom with a joint burning my fingers I took stock of my existence. I had just agreed to commit a felony.

Mom says, your grandpa worked on some shark movie, and I’m, like, AMAZING!

We occupied the in-between place.

No-one had seen Charity.

It says here you threatened your husband with a knife.

We’re cooking out tonight. Why don’t you join us?

You can hear the sound of fishing.

I was released into the world.

15 clicks to eternity.

There are many futures.

Cotton tassels dangle in the corners of a mind.

Everything could be a dream.

My AI partner scolds me for bad praxis.

He would never sell the Harmony.

We didn’t know anything about his past.

Her eyes blazed with her demons. “Burn in hell you scrawny boor!”

I’m here to pick up the painting.