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Fat rubbed his stomach and smiled into the dry and dreary day, his teeth even and brilliant under the rays of the scarcely visible sun. “I ..

“You, you, and you,” said the bus driver in a deep voice, pointing at the rear-view mirror above his head, “this is your stop.&rdq..

She watched me with countless eyes Out lids, through lids Peering in all directions at once Through smog (nutrient rich) and around dizzying mou..

Folks don’t think of epiphany waves rocking the foundation of a seat with a banging, money shot view While grass green/ suede brown mallards c..

There were lights and sounds and smells and, oh f**k, there was THE COLD, too. “Lookit that,” the tall man said, pointing a long, shak..

“You’re no phlebotomist,” the wild-eyed, pale-haired woman said, snatching her wrist from within the cool grip of a strong dark ha..

The pair of them walked down Kastor Avenue hand-in-hand, each in tune with the other’s gait. Neither of them noticed the jet-black Cadil..

The ancient woman (Queen of Henderson Manor to most) in the high-backed chintz chair cackled and threw a wild stare in the pudgy man’s direc..

Let's dig it up, shall we? Let's follow the blazing trail to the Land Beyond The Curtain Call, huh? For Rob.

“Must you talk to yourself when you do that, Pam? You sound like an old Bond villain.” There was a low snort that didn’t escape..