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trotsky is a sex-god
damn, leon.
you look so fine in those old black and whites;
that mass of frizzy dark ringlets,
those crystal bright blue eyes...
that "i'm-a-non-practicing-jew-who-took-the-name-of-trotsky-look."
i want to throw myself at your red-army-commanding-feet:
"c'mon, leon, let's get freaky with that marxist groove!"
i want your revolutionary body.
i want to hear you whisper sweet phrases that i can't understand
because they're in russian.
"c'mon, communist baby,
let's ride that trotsky-train on into the night!"
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Q-bot? More like love bot
"Yeah, hi. I'm here to fix your Q'Bot."
"Huh?" said Melanie, swiveling her chair around. The young man was tan, with well-sunned blonde hair that hung down to his shoulders. The name tag on his vest said "Talon."
"Your Q-bot. The one you filed a work order for? Am I in the wrong lab?" He double checked his clipboard.
"N-no, not at all. It's back here…" Melanie stood up and led him to small, humid room. It was humid because there was a humidifier. The 'bot liked it that way.
It was late on a Friday, but it was the only time Genetix could send a technician. The bacteria colonies couldn't wait to be picked forever. Melanie's research couldn'
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