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A love of paper: this is what had drawn them both to work for the publishing firm. The words on the page, they agreed, were one thing, an important thing even; but, the paper they were applied to, printed on, held the real significance. Through conversations caught around the water cooler, they elaborated on this shared position. “It’s almost magical,” she said, “how the feel of paper can alter one’s mood.” “Yes,” he agreed, “it’s quite sensual. The touch, the smell, the look of it…the sound ...

Kill Bill v.1 Bill’s chicks can kick ass They beat The Bride and shot her Now they’re on her list Kill Bill v.2 Deadly Vipers gone. Five-Point-Palm Exploding Heart: That’s how she kills Bill Stranger than Fiction He is not a man Just a figure in her book But he wants to live Idiocracy Woke up in future Dumb, fat people all around... Documentary? The Tell-Tale Heart Old man, wonky eye Chopped up and laid under floor Do you hear that thump?

We arrived, late, on the court. As we walked carefully past the other players, the reverberation of the balls against cement caused the reality of the moment to seep in and forced my thoughts to our eventual denouement: After a loss, or after a win, would she willingly capitulate? Play began. I watched, in awe, the arc of her body as she raised her arm and heard, after, the sibilant sound of the racket sweeping through the air, but my mind could not connect the two. I stood motionless, floode...

How simple to conflate that true love starts When sweet speech from a belov’d mouth abounds, As the reverberations of our hearts Commingle with those artful sib’lant sounds. But vexing when a shadow dims the brow Of one by whom we’d thought to e’er be loved, And queries of when passion left, and how, Cause only greater sentiment removed. The denouement is difficult to guess When at this cruel crossroads we’ve arrived; This lesson solely learned from the distress Of thinking that affection was...

A love of paper: this is what had drawn them both to work for the publishing firm. The words on the page, they agreed, were one thing, an important thing even; but, the paper they were applied to, printed on, held the real significance. Through conversations caught around the water fountain, they elaborated on this shared position. “It’s almost magical,” she said, “how the feel of paper can alter one’s mood.” “Yes,” he agreed, “it’s quite sensual. The touch, the smell, the look of it…the soun...