Verbal Hotel Rooms
An Experimental Cyberlinguistical Collection of Short Stories
bastard thoughts
my comfort zones
it was love’s fault
who stole your heart?
your answers
usual forms of improvision
Don’t panic!
understand my silence
not saying a word
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what can I say?
these thoughts
It is not hard to believe her.
The ghost opens her mouth
hallowed ground
tunnel of dreams
the canvas
stay in bed
the rest is history.
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a huge man
a real hottie with big tits and an nice ass
without vision
immediately without hesitation
a vibrating dildo
the image of another character
a place to slave for a price
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the puzzle
made out of copulating compliments
their separate ways
we are already there
when I first saw you
take my word for once
it is too obscene to me
listening to you
love is the mess you made
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the next century
in the eve
technicolor frenzy
another pill
next loser’s revolution
your imagination
bedroom talk
through the wires
phone came baby
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the honeymoon over
make believe that you believe in me
a script
the butler
fuck you very much
we parked the lost dream
you folks
for a moment or two
the paperwork
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Lend me your clown
a bigger liar
you have proved me so wrong
let’s not be shy
I was begging her
I want her to die.
and set fire to my dreams
We cannot hear you.
Do something.
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a journal of public identities
the self she presents
memories that smell like gasoline
not pretending
one afternoon
the nightmare
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we dug into the rotted earth
a past
not seen a car
blanketed your heart
the therapist
feelings and thoughts
not blinded by the lust of my loins
but to hear me talk?
