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Funny. More in my comfort zone than The Vampire Hunters.
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Second-Person, Dark Humor, Mind Bender. An experimental piece for me. Still linear but . . . oh, what's the word? Ambient.
Go on, give 'er a shot.
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". . . the gods of the heathen are stone and brass, and any attempt to deal with them otherwise is justly condemned."--Rudyard Kipling
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The Astro's right where you left it, taking a well deserved rest along the quiet, downtown curbside. It's only been your steed a few hundred miles, ev..
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On the way back up Main Street--a redundant sight by now but effectively shielding from the abrasive winds--you spot a convenience store tucked below ..
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At the top of the stairs lay a quiet residential patch of moonlit lawns and white plastic houses. Nobody stirs. The night is ruled by inanimate chat..
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"Who Spilled Coffee On The Moon?" That's what Lefty lets the three of you know is the title of his newest composition he's tonguing down the torpid bo..
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"Do you smoke?" She asks. "Oh duh. That's right, yes you do." Her words vaporize in a puff of breath, squashed by the great quietude that reigns over ..
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Reinstated behind the wheel, that undue sensation of being a stalked animal is gone. You're back in willful domain. If you wanted, you could whisk Mad..
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There's no telling how long you stand there. All you know, with express gratitude, is Maddie doesn't ask why. She can hear it enumerated in your breat..
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