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189 pages $9.00 (paper) ISBN
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The Kafka Chronicles
Sin Handling was overloading on wicked thoughts
that made her feel totally uncomfortable around him. He had just met
her at the Café Savoy drinking ginseng tea reading another spy-sex
novel by Karel Atwood. Atwood was a local author who frequented the
Savoy. Somebody would be speeding and nervous enough to approach her
and then the deal would be cut. The revolution would be televised
after all. Sin was handling this energy better than expected. She
was comfortable with him. She was a café reading ginseng tea and
then the deal. A local author who was handling this spy-sex novel
better than expected, was overloading. Somebody would spread the
newsprint on her swollen belly and the revolution would smear.
Tortuous music encapsulated the nightmare technocracy in just under
four minutes. Her beauty marks were commercial breaks subliminally
forecasting the facsimile of nature's imminent death. Squads of mod
godheads sipping espresso naked in a spy-sex novel, she spread a
tortuous revolution on his chest in just under four minutes. Sin was
handling this better than drinking ginseng tea. The facsimile of
nightmare technocracy dreamt about the godhead nervous enough to
approach her and be televised after all. This energy would smear the
local author and then the deal would be cut. Encapsulated
commercial. Breaks forecasting imminent death squads losing
integrity as they come closer together. Freer in densely populated
counterinsurgencies that made her feel totally uncomfortable.
Nervous enough to deal. Somebody would smear. A local author. The
revolution was handling this better than sin. Beauty marks on her
belly encapsulated the spy-sex novel. Karel was comfortable with
her. An added touch of wickedness. Nobody but you subliminally
forecasting the dream of revolution televised by the local author at
the Café Savoy where Sin was approaching Karel after all. He offered
her his hand in marriage. She said he was too encapsulated. Their
fingers peeled off until only the bone mattered. Drinking ginseng
tea they read the newsprint. Dreamt about the nightmare. The
program's takeover with an added touch of integrity. They come
closer together. Better than expected.
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