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Dispatch from a singular outpost in SG Land.

In November 2005, Dr. Morpheus established a little beach head on this frontier of feminine exhibitionism. What did he hope to accomplish? Certainly it was not to hook up with one of these lovely amateur sex objects. Of course, he might just have wanted to engage in some harmless voyeurism with no risk of being arrested for...
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A taste of Everette Maddox, best alcoholic literary genius who drank himself into the ground at age 44 whom you've never heard of nor read:

ANONYMOUS
i sent my Shell card back
with a small check to show my good faith
then i sent my Bank Americard back
with the minimum monthly payment
then i cancelled my life insurance
sent the Dallas lawyer all i...
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meow:
Thanx for the set comments! kiss

miao!!
morpheus13:
And thank you for taking the time to acknowledge them. I don't comment very often, but your set was particularly hot and creative. Lots of girls are pretty or have a good bod etc- however, your torso is a work of art (not to mention the cool artwork).

All the best.

M
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Done deal. 525 pages and 203,278 words later, it is finished. Whatever happens next, I did it.

M
fatality:
Wow! Excellent. I am very excited for you.
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Back it up (For obsessives only)


Have you ever gotten obsessed with trying to figure out lyrics? I love the way rappers play with rhythm and rhyme, but understanding exactly what they are saying takes work. Consider the following from the classic Back that azz up... Juvenile starts rapping in the second verse which starts with


You got a stupid ass, yeah
Make me laugh,...
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Progress report: The post-60's Southern Gothic psychological crime thriller fantasy (with a sound track) novel I am writing about six days in the life of graduate student Will Siegfried after he attends a malevolent New Year's Eve Party is now up to 158,724 words and 424 pages. About another fifty pages and it will be time to find a good literary agent. That will happen...
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fatality:
Keep in touch...if...

xo
FatalitySG@gmail.com
(send me your E-mail)
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Dream.

I awoke early this morning and wrote down the dream from yesterday.

I am walking with a vaguely defined person into a vast hall where the rulers of an archaic world hold court. Their realm is a medieval place where there are no laws. Accordingly, near anarchy prevails, anything goes and the strong hold sway. I am commenting cheerfully, even approvingly to my companion,...
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Cool.

How do I experience being cool?

Self-esteem is cool- I am good at what I do.
Feeling unique and special is cool.
Feeling that I am in control of myself is cool.
Feeling apart from others and aware of things that they are not. Very cool.
Having style and tastes that set me apart. I am not you- I am me.
Being extremely smart....
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fatality:
Aha, I see you only tricked us into thinking your were leaving the site to write your book. I see that it has sucked you back to make one more post - a post that I enjoyed reading. The description of your novel was also very interesting; I wish I could make some time to sit down and write a book, but, alas, not now.

Be well.
morpheus13:
Right you are, Fatality. As for your book, be ready to ride the wave when it rises up in front of you.

M
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Everybody have fun tonight.

Driving into the office with the top down as a cold front moves into the city, little drops of rain against my face and the windshield, Wang Chung playing, I am still alive. But as much as I love to slip through SG World nearly invisible, a larger, more important task calls me away. I have to give my creative energies...
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datura:
Maybe you know the bible better than I. I was just needing to read it for a Literature class up on campus, and thought I'd see what people said. Best of luck with your task!
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Drifting through the mist of another evening, glimpses of waifs and princesses floating in the mirrors and windows, all that we are and seem- float on, ladies of the mist. Destiny is just inside the next door.
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What sort of a world is SGWorld? It's a world of images and words, therefore, a world of the imagination, a world of dreams. It's a shared unconsciousness, where bits of the mosaic surface occasionally into awareness.

M
fatality:
It's a fractured world that splits at the seems which we tumble into