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im-sort-like-maniac-i-cant-get-out-it
when-i-was-maybe-like-under-10-years-old-i-was-kind-like-maniac-sean-william-scott
this-is-my-costume-im-homicidal-maniac-they-look-just-like-everyone-else
but-for-my-faith-in-god-i-should-have-been-a-raving-maniac
some-maniac-butcher-is-trying-to-hack-away-your-balls-alice-cooper
you-would-have-imagined-her-at-one-moment-maniac-at-another-queen-victor-hugo
around-mid-life-everyone-goes-maniac-little-bit
to-portray-maniac-offers-compelling-challenge-bela-lugosi
the-world-is-always-ruled-by-maniac-baba-yaga-michael-buckley
our-chicken-maniac-tell-us-how-we-can-eat-it-deliciously-theres-no-time-for-that-onew
when-maniac-is-at-door-feuding-brothers-reconcile-peter-kreeft
have-you-ever-noticed-anybody-going-slower-than-you-is-an-idiot-and-anyone-going-faster-than-you-is-a-maniac
have-you-ever-noticed-anybody-going-slower-than-you-is-idiot-anyone-going-faster-than-you-is-maniac
i-took-a-trip-far-away-from-the-trouble039s-of-this-maniac-day
i-was-absolute-maniac-terrible-husband-father
ive-only-been-in-one-fight-in-my-whole-life-in-7th-grade-yet-everyone-thinks-im-maniac-ray-liotta
why-not-stand-up-pump-your-fists-in-air-scream-like-maniac-hayley-williams
i-turn-into-crying-hysterical-maniac-when-i-see-spider-its-pathetic-kate-dickie
have-you-ever-noticed-that-anybody-driving-slower-than-you-is-an-idiot-and-anyone-going-faster-than-you-is-a-maniac
i-remember-listening-to-maniac-running-around-thinking-im-going-to-be-somebody-someday
he-had-ambitions-at-one-time-to-become-a-sex-maniac-but-he-failed-his-practical
im-just-bleeping-maniac-in-straight-clothing-theres-no-reason-to-dress-my-monster-up-glenn-frey
the-enjoyment-freedom-which-could-be-exercised-without-any-motivation-would-be-real-hallmark-maniac-denis-diderot
writing-is-just-building-new-world-one-character-one-place-one-maniac-at-time-carla-h-krueger
im-not-your-private-toymaniac-well-well-well-ill-be-paying-you-back-dont-know-exactly-just-what-to-do-maybe-ill-die-but-first-im-killing-you-freak-kitchen
im-not-hopeless-romantic-im-quite-reverse-im-nasty-piece-work-ego-maniac
time-maniac-scattering-dust-and-life-fury-slinging-flame-alfred-lord-tennyson
im-collecting-maniac-i-buy-lot-books-records-i-have-over-thousand-cds
flying-makes-me-feel-like-sex-maniac-in-whorehouse-with-stack-20-bills-pancho-barnes
i-switch-off-lights-like-maniac-i-drive-at-reasonable-speeds-that-i-dont-waste-petrol
amanda-took-torn-page-from-maniac-to-her-it-was-broken-wing-bird-pet-out-in-rain-jerry-spinelli
i-think-being-called-cat-lady-is-compliment-it-means-you-have-adopted-tiny-little-maniac-into-your-life
he-painted-made-lot-art-he-must-have-had-premonition-that-his-life-was-going-to-be-short-one-he-just-worked-like-maniac-elisabeth-sussman
i-watch-hgtv-like-maniac-when-its-bad-its-like-some-crazy-college-guy-watching-football-game-melissa-mccarthy
we-met-in-cracker-i-played-maniac-fan-who-murders-policeman-she-did-my-makeup-i-thought-anyone-interested-in-me-looking-like-that-must-have-genuinely-liked-me
when-feminist-discourse-is-unable-to-discriminate-drunken-fraternity-brother-from-homicidal-maniac-women-are-in-trouble-camille-paglia
senator-ted-cruz-is-not-qualified-to-be-president-because-he-doesnt-have-right-temperament-acted-like-maniac-when-he-arrived-in-senate-donald-trump
dont-listen-to-me-im-maniac-but-voice-in-your-head-ask-it-is-it-right-to-kill-200-million-animals-simply-for-fun-what-did-it-say-right-there-you-go-russell-brand
you-take-bunch-people-who-dont-seem-any-different-from-you-me-but-when-you-add-them-all-together-you-get-this-sort-huge-raving-maniac-with-terry-pratchett
in-cube-awesomeness-i-am-lemonade-longing-my-love-has-twelve-edges-like-pack-razorblades-to-edgy-suicidal-maniac-jarod-kintz
then-holden-little-fang-gang-kid-came-out-nowhere-with-apparent-death-wish-he-raced-directly-toward-maniac-with-gun-shrieking-something-that-sounded-like-i-am-starfishhh-james-pa
i-have-workout-regime-i-am-not-maniac-it-sounds-cliche-but-standup-comedy-doing-oneman-show-helps-keep-me-young-yes-it-is-exhausting-but-i-dont-robert-klein
i-done-showed-world-now-we-finna-wrap-it-up-ya-know-what-im-sayin-welcome-to-mind-maniac-what-part-real-you-niggas-dont-understand-lemme-talk-to-lil-boosie
thats-like-making-fun-maniac-because-his-brain-isnt-completely-right-because-he-isnt-in-norm-alice-cooper
i-used-to-be-mean-maniac-someone-once-threw-firecracker-at-show-i-jumped-off-side-stage-whacked-em-on-side-head-dick-dale
every-war-when-it-comes-or-before-it-comes-is-represented-not-as-a-war-but-as-an-act-of-selfdefense-against-a-homicidal-maniac
i-travel-lot-if-you-look-at-my-suitcase-everything-is-extremely-well-packed-well-folded-people-who-travel-with-me-are-impressed-at-how-organized-i-am-some-would-refer-to-me-as-ma
i-travel-like-maniac-i-travel-more-than-anyone-i-know-i-love-learning-languages
there-was-reason-my-first-substantial-role-after-rehab-was-to-play-maniac-whose-personal-story-ended-badly-i-knew-what-it-was-like-to-go-those-dark-charlie-sheen
psychotic-maniac-driven-in-to-court-eyes-on-ground-hands-behind-back-killers-thieves-rapists-judged-under-dark-are-we-really-crazy-or-were-judged-by-suicidal-angels
at-one-time-in-my-life-shapeshifted-demonically-possessed-maniac-crashing-through-window-trying-to-rip-my-face-off-would-have-come-as-enormous-nasty-surprise-but-that-time-was-pr
i-love-insane-stupid-comedy-but-i-can-only-make-it-work-if-its-character-i-can-give-some-history-to-make-real-like-guy-i-played-in-little-miss-sunshine-hes-maniac-but-to-me-he-wa
a-rock-through-window-never-comes-with-kiss-rhyme-reason-never-argue-with-fist-theres-time-for-discussion-time-for-fight-its-time-in-season-blue-oyster-cult
ive-been-exercise-maniac-most-my-adult-life-running-marathons-triathlons-doing-that-as-regular-way-life-i-ran-eight-miles-day-every-day-for-29-wayne-dyer
welcome-to-mind-maniac-street-nigga-street-nigga-lil-boosie
there-is-cop-who-is-both-prowler-father-he-comes-from-your-block-grew-up-with-your-brothers-had-certain-ideals-you-hardly-know-him-in-his-boots-silver-badge-on-horseback-one-hand
I live in tranquility and trembling... there is not a guarantee in the world. Oh, your needs are guaranteed, your needs are absolutely guaranteed by the most stringent of warranties, in the plainest, truest words: knock; seek; ask. But you must read the fine print. 'Not as the world giveth, give I unto you.' That's the catch. If you can catch it, it will catch you up, aloft, up to any gap at all, and you'll come back, for you will come back transformed in a way you might not have bargained for-dribbling and crazed. The waters of separation, however lightly sprinkled, leave indelible stains. Did you think, before you were caught, that you needed, say, life? Do you think you will keep your life, or anything else you love? But no. Your needs are all met. But not as the world giveth. You see the needs of your own spirit met whenever you have asked, and you have learned that the outrageous guarantee holds. You see the creatures die, and you know you will die. And one day it occurs to you that you must not need life. Obviously. And then you're gone. You have finally understood that you're dealing with a maniac. I think that the dying pray at the last not 'please,' but 'thank you,' as a guest thanks his host at the door. Falling from airplanes the people are crying thank you, thank you. Divinity is not playful. The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest. By a power that is unfathomably secret, and holy, and fleet. There is nothing to be done about it, but ignore it, or see. And then you walk fearlessly, eating what you must, growing wherever you can, like the monk on the road who knows precisely how vulnerable he is.

Annie Dillard
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GONE TO STATIC it sounds better than it is, this business of surviving, making it through the wrong place at the wrong time and living to tell. when the talk shows and movie credits wear off, it's just me and my dumb luck. this morning I had that dream again: the one where I'm dead. I wake up and nothing's much different. everything's gone sepia, a dirty bourbon glass by the bed, you're still dead. I could stumble to the shower, scrub the luck of breath off my skin but it's futile. the killer always wins. it's just a matter of time. and I have time. I have grief and liquor to fill it. tonight, the liquor and I are talking to you. the liquor says, 'remember' and I fill in the rest, your hands, your smile. all those times. remember. tonight the liquor and I are telling you about our day. we made it out of bed. we miss you. we were surprised by the blood between our legs. we miss you. we made it to the video store, missing you. we stopped at the liquor store hoping the bourbon would stop the missing. there's always more bourbon, more missing tonight, when we got home, there was a stray cat at the door. she came in. she screams to be touched. she screams when I touch her. she's right at home. not me. the whisky is open the vcr is on. I'm running the film backwards and one by one you come back to me, all of you. your pulses stutter to a begin your eyes go from fixed to blink the knives come out of your chests, the chainsaws roar out from your legs your wounds seal over your t-cells multiply, your tumors shrink the maniac killer disappears it's just you and me and the bourbon and the movie flickering together and the air breathes us and I am home, I am lucky I am right before everything goes black

Daphne Gottlieb
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Hey - Duggie! Duggie! Duggie!" He came running up to me, sparkler in hand. I felt like sticking one on him, the cheeky bastard. Nobody called me Duggie. He held the sparkler up in front of my face and said, "Wait. Wait." I was already waiting. What else was there to do? "Here you are, " he said. "Look! What's this?" At that precise moment, his sparkler fizzled out. I didn't say anything, so he supplied the answer himself. "The death of the socialist dream, " he said. He giggled like a little maniac, and stared at me for a second or two before running off, and in that time I saw exactly the same thing I'd seen in Stubbs's eyes the day before. The same triumphalism, the same excitement, not because something new was being created, but because something was being destroyed. I thought about Phillip and his stupid rock symphony and I swear that my eyes pricked with tears. This ludicrous attempt to squeeze the history of the countless millennia into half an hour's worth of crappy riffs and chord changes suddenly seemed no more Quixotic than all the things my dad and his colleagues had been working towards for so long. A national health service, free to everyone who needed it. Redistribution of wealth through taxation. Equality of opportunity. Beautiful ideas, Dad, noble aspirations, just as there was the kernel of something beautiful in Philip's musical hodge-podge. But it was never going to happen. If there had ever been a time when it might have happened, that time was slipping away. The moment had passed. Goodbye to all that. Easy to be clever with hindsight, I know, but I was right, wasn't I? Look back on that night from the perspective of now, the closing weeks of the closing century of our second millennium - if the calendar of some esoteric and fast-disappearing religious sect counts for anything any more - and you have to admit that I was right. And so was Benjamin's brother, the little bastard, with his sparkler and his horrible grin and that nasty gleam of incipient victory in his twelve-year-old eyes. Goodbye to all that, he was saying. He'd worked it out already. He knew what the future held in store.

Jonathan Coe
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Indeed, he could not be long in discovering that people beyond a suspicion of unbalance, or not obviously coveting the moment's arrest of attention gained them by their statements, never had experience with or knowledge of the restless dead. Slowly accepting this as evidence that no such things existed, Mr. Lecky found terrors deeper, and to him more plausible, to fill that unoccupied place - the simple sense of himself alone, and, not unassociated with it, the conception of a homicidal maniac quietly pursuing him. The first was exemplified by chance solitude in what he had considered deep woods. No part in it was played by natural dismay which he might have felt at finding himself lost, and none by any tangible suggestion of danger. Mr. Lecky could not even remember where or when it was. Long ago, under a seamless gray sky which would probably end with snow; in an autumnal silence free from birds, unmoved by the least breath of wind, he had come to be walking at random impulse. Leaves, yellow, tan, drifted deep and loose over the difficulties of an uneven hillside. His feet crashed and crackled in them. He was not going anywhere. He had nothing in mind. It might have been this receptive vacancy of thought which let him, little by little, grow aware of a menace. The unnatural light leaf-buried ground, the low dark sky, the solitary noise of his unskilled progress - none of them was good. He began to notice that though the fall of leaves left an apparent bright openness, in reality it merely pushed to a distance the point at which the woods became as impenetrable as a wall. He walked more and more slowly, listening, hearing nothing; looking, seeing nothing. Soon he stopped, for he was not going any farther. Standing in the deep leaves beneath trees bare and practically dead in the catalepsy of impending winter, he knew that he did not want to be here. A great evil - no more to be named than, met, to be escaped - waited fairly close. So he left. He got out of those woods onto an open road where he need not watch for anything he could not see.

James Gould Cozzens
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When he had eaten, Mr. Lecky lay down on his cot, though he did not expect to sleep. The four lanterns continued to shed their thin floods of light. Against the dark, this illumination set the varied, ill-matched shapes of his assembled defenses. Studying the odd wall, in spirit unquiet, Mr. Lecky was reminded of his childhood - not in any detail of actual reminiscence, but more deeply, less coherently. He seemed to recall himself, unreally small and young, in concealment under a table. A table had been fort enough, for his enemies were imaginary. He never imagined them winning. Even at that early period, furniture would only be useful against foes which he had invented to play with. Tables could not have protected him from bears or wolves. Perhaps he had been taught, by his amused elders, a conventional fear of bears. Unassisted, he had picked up a private fear of wolves. Bears were no more than vague monsters coming at night, never distinct or well defined. But of wolves his unruly imagination could produce whole lifelike packs such as those which he had somehow been led to believe pursued any sleigh venturing out, three frantic horses abreast, in perpetually snow-sunk Russia. At a brief later stage he had entertained, fruit of the new-found ability to read, some concern about ghosts. His spectres were, however, practically people, if hideous, gaunt and pale ones. It was doubtful if he ever actually believed in them, in the sense of fearing that he might meet one. His eyesight had always been good, so it played him none of the terrifying tricks necessary to confirm a belief in the supernatural. Indeed, he could not be long in discovering that people beyond a suspicion of unbalance, or not obviously coveting the moment's arrest of attention gained them by their statements, never had experience with or knowledge of the restless dead. Slowly accepting this as evidence that no such things existed, Mr. Lecky found terrors deeper, and to him more plausible, to fill that unoccupied place - the simple sense of himself alone, and, not unassociated with it, the conception of a homicidal maniac quietly pursuing him.

James Gould Cozzens
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