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Turn Me On Dead Man: October 2008
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Saturday, October 4, 2008. Part the 37th - In which Adam returns to the house . Adam burst unannounced into his own home with the pamphlet still in hand, damaged by folding, twisting and hand sweat. Justin was there to greet him. He held the pamphlet out for Justin to see. 8220;What’s this? 8220;You’re not listening, bra.”. 8220;The pamphlets.”. 8220;Then, who handed me this?
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Turn Me On Dead Man: 36
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Thursday, September 25, 2008. Denny’s was a Godsend. Open all night, he made a home in a booth there. Piled his regular people jacket in the corner and leaned into it waiting for his burger and fries. While he was waiting he slipped back in time. It might as well have been called The Golgotha Club. This is the place where dreams came to die. 8220;How’s it going? Let me tell you...
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Turn Me On Dead Man: June 2008
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Saturday, June 28, 2008. Chapter III, pt. I. As soon as he met Mike Marsh, the radio show host, he knew why he had come. He’d seen the man before. He’d seen him once before dressed in a blue tennis shirt, light brown khakis with sunglasses and something else that distinguished him. Something he’d never forget. You heard it right here on the Mike Marsh show! 8230;we’re gon...
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Turn Me On Dead Man: Part the 37th - In which Adam returns to the house ...
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Saturday, October 4, 2008. Part the 37th - In which Adam returns to the house . Adam burst unannounced into his own home with the pamphlet still in hand, damaged by folding, twisting and hand sweat. Justin was there to greet him. He held the pamphlet out for Justin to see. 8220;What’s this? 8220;You’re not listening, bra.”. 8220;The pamphlets.”. 8220;Then, who handed me this?
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Turn Me On Dead Man: 33
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Friday, September 19, 2008. The line shuffled forward, before too long it was his time to meet the gatekeeper. The bouncer didn’t want to betray his tough guy countenance but couldn’t suppress a raised eyebrow as he was looking Adam up and down. Maybe he gave everybody curious glances. 8220;ID.”. Adam showed his ID. The bouncer scanned it carefully, chewing gum. A lot of darkne...
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Turn Me On Dead Man: September 2008
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Thursday, September 25, 2008. Denny’s was a Godsend. Open all night, he made a home in a booth there. Piled his regular people jacket in the corner and leaned into it waiting for his burger and fries. While he was waiting he slipped back in time. It might as well have been called The Golgotha Club. This is the place where dreams came to die. 8220;How’s it going? Let me tell you...
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we fight to forget: August 2008
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We fight to forget. Friday, August 1, 2008. MAYBE THAT'S MY FANTACY WALKING AHEAD OF ME. ROLLING GRAND MOST INPORTANTLY INTO A MEMMORY.JN A PALACE OF LOVE, A HOSPITABLE EXISTANCE IS NESSASSARY.MAYBE VACATE THE HOLY LANDS AND BUILD A HUGE PALACE FOR THE ILL, OUR LEADERS, THOSE CLOSEST TO OUR DESTINATIO. IMAGINE A PALACE OF DREAMS AND FINAL WISHES, A LAND.FINALLY OF PEACE.NOT TO SHUNE THEM, BUT TO LEARN AND EMBRACE THE SPIRIT OF DEATH. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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we fight to forget
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We fight to forget. Thursday, January 29, 2009. THE MAD ONE’S KEEPER. I SEE ART THROUGH A GLASS OF APPLE JAX BEFORE ME. I DISCREDIT THE WORD STOP. THIS IS MY SORROW,. WILLING OR NOT I’VE LOST THE FOCUS OF THE LIE. I STAND BY,. WATCHING THE WORLD COLLAPSE,. THE ELDER HAS FALLEN WITH IN SLICK BATH. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I'm the kind of person that is waiting/looking for headlines like."word from heaven,jesus has committed suicide". View my complete profile. ONE MORE SMOKE FOR THE ROAD.
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Turn Me On Dead Man: 35
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Monday, September 22, 2008. Adam left the gallery. He stood on the street cold and alone, waiting for a taxi to swing by so he could hail it. But in the meantime, none came. Sirens. What eerie, captivating music they made when heard in the distance. Up close, the sound was unbearable and the reality of the situation hit him full in the mouth, rattling his skull. It got him thin...
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Turn Me On Dead Man: 31
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Turn Me On Dead Man. All posts are rough drafts of a story in-progress. All comments (no matter how unconstructive) are welcome. Friday, September 12, 2008. Peter chewed the inside of his cheeks raw. It was better than grinding his teeth, he didn’t have strong teeth, plus it was an obvious sign. He sat back on Adam’s couch with his feet spread way out, drinking glass after glass of tap water, trying to stop his hands shaking from anger released adrenaline. 8221; Eunice said, with gleeful fascination.