debrajean:
I just sent you a letter!
ho ho ho!
RIP Joe Strummer
Herzog's Benediction
Herzog's media empire had made him rich and his wealth had made him the biggest landowner in Nevada. His building project lasted for years, and the vast, networked device he was creating spread across millions of desert acres like a Biblical plague. When Herzog threw the switch to power up his new machine, a hundred million prayer wheels began spinning in unison, sending...
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Herzog's media empire had made him rich and his wealth had made him the biggest landowner in Nevada. His building project lasted for years, and the vast, networked device he was creating spread across millions of desert acres like a Biblical plague. When Herzog threw the switch to power up his new machine, a hundred million prayer wheels began spinning in unison, sending...
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dia:
Mister, I don't know what I would do without you. You are my salvation. Thank you for existing. I've been too stultified to write anything of consequence for days now. Beautiful, beautiful.
Oh, and P.S.
!HAM!
Oh, and P.S.
!HAM!
Mudrosti
Almost forty eight tons of the dying Russian space station, Mudrosti, enter the Earth's atmosphere somewhere over the Indian Ocean. Most of the debris burns up on re-entry, but thousands of tiny glass and metal particles shower down over the west coast of the United States. One of the particles enters the roof of an office building on the corner of Sansome and Clay...
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Almost forty eight tons of the dying Russian space station, Mudrosti, enter the Earth's atmosphere somewhere over the Indian Ocean. Most of the debris burns up on re-entry, but thousands of tiny glass and metal particles shower down over the west coast of the United States. One of the particles enters the roof of an office building on the corner of Sansome and Clay...
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dia:
I'm still covered in mud.
I'm still eating yesterday's frosting. Cabinet after cabinet of black frosting.
I'm still eating yesterday's frosting. Cabinet after cabinet of black frosting.
ericj:
That was very cool. The whole read was worth it for the last paragraph alone.
Peace!
Peace!
Field Trip
We came across these words spoken by Hassan I Sabbah, Sheikh of the Mountains and leader of the Assassins: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted."
Inspired, we brought chicken blood, a Hand of Glory and a pocketful of Goofer Dust with us on our fifth grade school trip to the Museum of Natural History.
Our boldest and most skilled practitioner of the black...
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We came across these words spoken by Hassan I Sabbah, Sheikh of the Mountains and leader of the Assassins: "Nothing is true, everything is permitted."
Inspired, we brought chicken blood, a Hand of Glory and a pocketful of Goofer Dust with us on our fifth grade school trip to the Museum of Natural History.
Our boldest and most skilled practitioner of the black...
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squid_vicious:
Wait just a minute here...
If the beast is entirely bones, it couldn't really eat Mrs. Romano. There's no oesophogus or stomach or anything like that. I suppose Rex could've chewed her up but then her mangled carcass would've just dropped to the floor under his jaw. I don't know if that sort of maiming would really count as the teacher having been eaten... though it might actually be more fun to witness than a proper swollowing.
yours truly,
killjoy
PS I've no doubt that a young girl can be as skilled a practitioner of the black arts as you're likely to find anywhere.
If the beast is entirely bones, it couldn't really eat Mrs. Romano. There's no oesophogus or stomach or anything like that. I suppose Rex could've chewed her up but then her mangled carcass would've just dropped to the floor under his jaw. I don't know if that sort of maiming would really count as the teacher having been eaten... though it might actually be more fun to witness than a proper swollowing.
yours truly,
killjoy
PS I've no doubt that a young girl can be as skilled a practitioner of the black arts as you're likely to find anywhere.
saintgomi:
don't make me send my bony dinosaur to kick yer bony ass!
Amnesia: Mist Memoir
Sandburg said that fog comes on little cat feet. He couldn't have been more wrong. Fog lumbers in like a hung-over logger at the tail-end of a four-day drunk. Fog is the embodiment of forgetfulness. It is always looking for something it lost, though it can't recall the nature or shape of the thing or whether it really existed or not. Fog...
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Sandburg said that fog comes on little cat feet. He couldn't have been more wrong. Fog lumbers in like a hung-over logger at the tail-end of a four-day drunk. Fog is the embodiment of forgetfulness. It is always looking for something it lost, though it can't recall the nature or shape of the thing or whether it really existed or not. Fog...
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HEAT ISLAND
Even the rats were gone. There was nothing to eat, nothing left to scavenge. Why should they stay? The great east coast fault line, miles beneath Manhattan, had shifted dramatically for the fist time in millions of years. A slip of ten feet had wiped out many of the cities of the northeast, and had leveled Manhattan. Barnett was going to rebuild the...
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Even the rats were gone. There was nothing to eat, nothing left to scavenge. Why should they stay? The great east coast fault line, miles beneath Manhattan, had shifted dramatically for the fist time in millions of years. A slip of ten feet had wiped out many of the cities of the northeast, and had leveled Manhattan. Barnett was going to rebuild the...
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incest:
enough to pass out in ilex.
Little Gehenna
The streets are wet by the old warehouses along the southern wharf. Beyond the buildings, near the ship gangways, bare bulbs are strung above stalls hawking hot food, drinks and clandestine goods from all over the world. Fog is swirling down on the crowd, and the wetness in the air settles over everything. On handcuffs and exquisite, hand-forged chains, on black pearl dildos...
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The streets are wet by the old warehouses along the southern wharf. Beyond the buildings, near the ship gangways, bare bulbs are strung above stalls hawking hot food, drinks and clandestine goods from all over the world. Fog is swirling down on the crowd, and the wetness in the air settles over everything. On handcuffs and exquisite, hand-forged chains, on black pearl dildos...
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PLASTIC
What comes wrapped in plastic? Meat. Pornography. New toys. All the baubles of desire, the dull consumer trophies we pick up and drop when they're exhausted or we lose interest.
You wrapped in plastic. A steak. Smut. A wet Barbie doll. Do you get a new outfit or do I trade you in for a Skipper or a Ken doll?
What comes wrapped in...
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What comes wrapped in plastic? Meat. Pornography. New toys. All the baubles of desire, the dull consumer trophies we pick up and drop when they're exhausted or we lose interest.
You wrapped in plastic. A steak. Smut. A wet Barbie doll. Do you get a new outfit or do I trade you in for a Skipper or a Ken doll?
What comes wrapped in...
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marla:
a new plastic outfit is just what I need on a day like this.
I wish I was down there; I would shoot my new sets with you! I think you have been the coolest photographer I've worked with, too bad we didn't get to talk more. Maybe, if you would be so kind to oblige, I will come down there this winter. Gask masks and guns and ice, oh my!
Marla
I wish I was down there; I would shoot my new sets with you! I think you have been the coolest photographer I've worked with, too bad we didn't get to talk more. Maybe, if you would be so kind to oblige, I will come down there this winter. Gask masks and guns and ice, oh my!
Marla
saintgomi:
I'd love to shoot with you again.
email sent.
email sent.
JUBILEE
Every 50 years, the ancients turned their world on its head. They called this period "Jubilee." All laws were suspended, all slaves freed. All lands won in battle were returned to their previous owners. Jubilee was a time of renewal and madness. A time to burn the fields both physical and metaphysical.
When Congress is suspended during the revived Jubilee celebrations, Senators and members...
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Every 50 years, the ancients turned their world on its head. They called this period "Jubilee." All laws were suspended, all slaves freed. All lands won in battle were returned to their previous owners. Jubilee was a time of renewal and madness. A time to burn the fields both physical and metaphysical.
When Congress is suspended during the revived Jubilee celebrations, Senators and members...
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