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Art…a pretty short story.

“WHAT is that horrible noise?” asked the woman, putting her hands over her ears. The museum guard just shook his head.  “It’s the guy from Edvard Munch’s painting, THE SCREAM.  He keep escaping from his picture. “Seriously?” asked the woman.  … Continue reading

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How they met…

“You’re Buddha, I’m Buddha, we’re all Buddha,” he said, happily. “I am not, in any way, shape, or form, Buddha.  Buddha is one more lie.  He’s just another man.  They leave out all the bad things he did and make … Continue reading

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Thomas…a pretty short story

Thomas loved books.  He never married, or had children.  He wasn’t interested in a family of any kind.  When asked, he said that it would be unfair to marry and reproduce since his love of books was deeper and more … Continue reading

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