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One Lonely Knight: Two Days in February
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Alas, poor Sir Schmuck was alone. Monday, April 11, 2011. Two Days in February. 8220;I need some backup.”. 8220;Blackup; stat,” Lance said, flicking a d12 dice. It landed on 6. “Nevermind.”. Kyle frowned. “Motherfuckah. Don't fuckin' pussy out on me.”. 8220;Speaking of pussy; when's Cassie coming? 8221; Lance scribbled on his profile sheet. When Kyle didn't answer, he looked up again. “Well? It's like the reality of Hugh Grant; women would bitchslap the fucker, not date the doof.”. Lance released his cap...
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K.M. Whaley: : Projects
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Not a pod of orcas. Donations are optional, but awesome. Saturday, 26 March 2011. Contains 9 stories, 2 of which are excerpts. Was hosted on a friend's gmail account. Unprovoked Acts of Literacy. Contains 20 stories, 2 of which are continued, randomly selected parts of the same excerpts as DH. Contains 7 original poems. The Thirst For Thought. Abandoned, as of November 2010. Contains 11 stories, 1 is an unrelated excerpt. Contains 9 original stories. Walloping Wailing Wah Wah. As William F. Whaley).
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One Lonely Knight: One Lonely Knight
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Alas, poor Sir Schmuck was alone. Saturday, March 12, 2011. Brought to you by:. Unprovoked Acts of Literacy. The Thirst for Thought. Fluffy Poetry from the Bowels of Discontent. Friends of this project:. I'm Fine With Not Knowing. I Have But One Wish. Your Sun Sign Says No. I Don't Want to be Alone Anymore. If You Can Resist. Welfare Wednesday is Next Week. Owner of a Lonely Heart. Love is a Battlefield. Two Days in February. Van Damme versus Black Eagle. Ode to Babylon 5. ONE LONELY KNIGHT has been seen:.
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One Lonely Knight: I Don't Want to be Alone Anymore
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Alas, poor Sir Schmuck was alone. Saturday, March 12, 2011. I Don't Want to be Alone Anymore. She hummed, tunelessly, turning the knife over in her sweaty palms. Selena sat alone, in the dim living room, crouched in a corner. The clock over the mantle ticked-and-tocked, telling her that time hadn't actually stopped. Of course, she couldn't make out the exact time, so she had no idea if she'd been hiding in the corner an hour, or a few minutes. Either way, time felt irrelevant. His gaze seemed to say.
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K.M. Whaley: : Willy's Baller Résumé
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Not a pod of orcas. Donations are optional, but awesome. Saturday, 26 March 2011. William F. Whaley. Kamloops, BC gmail: trysarahtopps Twitter. Terms his work, "Extreme General Fiction". Favorably compares his work as, "What you'd get if Richard Bachman and Chuck Palahniuk raped Kevin Smith". Sticks mostly to gen-fic, but occasionally wanders. Is the only person he knows to have written a cunning quatrain-styled poem about a pedophile, let alone an entire website of Van Damme odes. The Thirst for Thought.
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K.M. Whaley: : Moar Kristy
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Not a pod of orcas. Donations are optional, but awesome. There exists a real dog, much like a toy poodle I was given as a baby, but with my face. Maybe I've been contemplating stuff like facial doppelgängers and potential split-versions-of-self kinds of things too much, but it's stuff like this that makes the internet and real life very interesting to live through. A 1988 addition to the Canadian population. The unsuccessful author of 6-or-so ebooks. Known mostly for her evil cackle and offbeat presence.
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One Lonely Knight: Owner of a Lonely Heart
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Alas, poor Sir Schmuck was alone. Tuesday, March 15, 2011. Owner of a Lonely Heart. There were no new messages in her lesbinator.com inbox. She could hear her mother stirring, downstairs. Doubtlessly, on the hunt for food by fridgelight. More foraging was done at midnight, than any other time. Michelle turned her attention back to MSN, where the only person online at this hour was always Ted. 8220; ted. ru lookin at pron 2. 8221; she typed. “ can u tell me if theres any1 new 2 see. Sometimes Ma would com...
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One Lonely Knight: Urgency
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Alas, poor Sir Schmuck was alone. Tuesday, March 15, 2011. He was known to the RCMP as Baby Nevada. To his parents, he was Shaun. To the tall man with the thin beard, he was simply known as “Little Blue Eyes”. It was starting to become normal, for him to be called several names, all at once, in his head. D'ya think that Mr. Rob would like to kiss that better? 8221; Little Nevada wasn't sure if Scruffy ever heard his replies. Not that he ever had anything particularly witty to say. William F. Whaley.
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K.M. Whaley: : Reactions from the crowd:
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Not a pod of orcas. Donations are optional, but awesome. Monday, 11 April 2011. Reactions from the crowd:. Bill Jackson, Kamloops. I don't know what to say.". Cherish Hamilton, Kamloops. Chris Thompson, Kelowna. I don't get it. The hooker lives with her stepbrother? Karri Whaley, Kamloops. It's like a fictional vignette.". Thank God, someone finally 'got' the 80s puns."- Kristy Whaley, Kamloops. It's material like this that makes you my hero.". Okay, okay already. Geez. lol. Megan Cornwell, Alabama.
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One Lonely Knight: Welfare Wednesday is Next Week
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Alas, poor Sir Schmuck was alone. Monday, March 14, 2011. Welfare Wednesday is Next Week. Brennan woke up to “Spice Up Your Life”, by the Spice Girls. He stuffed his pillow over his head, hoping to block out the sound. Already, he could hear Tania's john groaning. Despite Sporty and Baby's best efforts, he could totally still hear his sister getting it on. “9 AM is far too fuckin' early for his,” he griped. He threw the pillow at their adjoining wall. 8221; Tania shouted. 8220;Fuck you, too, Tannie!
