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A learned man came to me once.
He said, "I know the way, " come."
And I was overjoyed at this.
Together we hastened.
Soon,..
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The story of an orphan's journey through the wilderness.
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So now I guess I think I can write pulp, now...make up your mind, a*****e. Jim Thompson's spinning in his f*****g grave.
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I used
to be just like you. I had no
prospects, no potential �" all the makings of a short order cook, a door-to-door
salesman or wind..
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my second (and last) attempt at poetry
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She set the table, disconnected the phone and lit a single candle.
It was their 20th anniversary, and the day called for celebration. The day
served..
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I
knew I was in trouble as soon as I hit the weak-kneed sonofabitch. I felt my
gut sink about the same time he did, and I never wanted to ta..
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prologue to "Mother Nature"
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I was cold sober when I killed that sonofabitch upstairs. I’d been
drinking all night (as I'm sure he must have been), just
sit..
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Based on a recent incident in which a Greyhound Canada passenger decapitated a man seated next to him.
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