The Spam Poetry Project
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NOTE: Once again, an excerpt from Stephen King’s ‘Misery’ … for some reason.
What They Were Pitching:
Online College Degrees
Poetry:
Go all the way through it, Paul. Whatever the reason, something had disturbed the dream, something was whittling away the circumference of that hole in the paper through which he saw.
She put the hypo on the TV tray. There was a calf, and a thigh, and then a sickening bunch in the middle that looked like a salt-dome. “It doesn’t blur as much as that pencil-line, but its worse than the ballpoint-ink line. “If you want your freedom so badly, Paul,” Annie said, “Ill be happy to grant it to you.
If the car had yielded traces of blood to forensic analysis (if, indeed, there had been a forensic analysis), the radio did not say so. Ralph Dugan from Anne Dugan.
I guess I don’t want to write after all; I think Ill just take an extra pill and go to bed. He could see a scar on the instep and remembered how he had gotten that, how he had stepped on a piece of bottle when he was just a kid.
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