It was like all I had to do to be a killer again was sit there and wait.

“Sometimes science sucks,”

a triple murder—her dealer, the dealer’s sister, the dealer’s sister’s boyfriend.

Complete the next portion of our Confirmation Trial.”

“I hated it. I’m a person. I have feelings

do not harbor any residual romantic feelings for Heather.

This is science. In science we explore the unknown. It was unknown what five minutes on Darkenfloxx™ would do to Heather. Now we know.

“Jeff, stop crying

“Do you feel jerked around because you still have feelings of love for one of the girls?” he said. “That would need to be noted. Anger? Possessiveness? Residual sexual longing?”

Say someone is blue, because of true love? We step in, or his or her caregiver does: blue no more. No longer, in terms of emotional controllability, are we ships adrift. No one is. We see a ship adrift, we climb aboard, install a rudder. Guide him/her toward love

Plus I was feeling so sad. Why sad? Was I not a dude? Had I not just fucked two different girls, for a total of six times, in one day?

love,

to remind me that I was here not by choice but because I had done my crime and was in the process of doing my time.

three.

I just loved Rachel so much.

After lunch in came another girl.

“Drip on?” he said. “Acknowledge,” I said.

American.

adulterated place

Memory, in essence, was unmemorable.

Memory was there all the while. 

She has grown even smaller now, residing at that vanishing point decades after one dies, but at some times, given the right conditions—

grown even smaller now,

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When the threat lessened,  when we became tame, 

what has its place,  and must be passed on to others.

Because there was little else to do,  one of them chased a stray  with his tail between his legs and shot him through the head.

Mud on the guts  under a loaded wagon—

moats

barracks—

and pined away, skin and bone.

when the tip of her father’s finger was pressed against that of her husband, on which the butterfly still rested, the insect drooped its wings and seemed on the point of falling to the floor. Even the bright spots of gold upon its wings and body, unless her eyes deceived her, grew dim, and the glowing purple took a dusky hue, and the starry lustre that gleamed around the blacksmith’s hand became faint and vanished.

Owen Warland might have told them that this butterfly, this plaything, this bridal gift of a poor watchmaker to a blacksmith’s wife, was, in truth, a gem of art that a monarch would have purchased with honors and abundant wealth, and have treasured it among the jewels of his kingdom as the most unique and wondrous of them all. But the artist smiled and kept the secret to himself .

he had persisted in connecting all his dreams of artistical success with Annie’s image; she was the visible shape in which the spiritual power that he worshipped, and on whose altar he hoped to lay a not unworthy offering, was made manifest to him. Of course he had deceived himself; there were no such attributes in Annie Hovenden as his imagination had endowed her with.

don’t you know that my daughter Annie is engaged to Robert Danforth?

When it took flight his eyes followed the winged vision, as if its airy track would show the path to heaven.

you have rejected the best the earth could offer. Aylmer, dearest Aylmer, I am dying!”

“let the attempt be made at whatever risk. Danger is nothing to me; for life, while this hateful mark makes me the object of your horror and disgust, — life is a burden which I would fling down with joy. Either remove this dreadful hand, or take my wretched life!

for the sake of giving himself peace.  

attempting an operation for the removal of the birthmark;

Had she been less beautiful, — if Envy’s self could have found aught else to sneer at, — he might have felt his affection heightened by the prettiness of this mimic hand,

Masculine observers, if the birthmark did not heighten their admiration, contented themselves with wishing it away, that the world might possess one living specimen of ideal loveliness without the semblance of a flaw. After his marriage, — for he thought little or nothing of the matter before, — Aylmer discovered that this was the case with himself.

you came so nearly perfect from the hand of Nature that this slightest possible defect, which we hesitate whether to term a defect or a beauty, shocks me, as being the visible mark of earthly imperfection.”