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That is all I have to say.
Beliefs in Bad LuckMaurice Simone was a steadfast believer in bad luck.Beliefs in Bad Luck
At eight o-clock sharp every day, he went out to get the morning paper, chock-full to the margins with all the newest news. Every day, a fresh set of grievances.
He had no use for the sports section. This, he discarded immediately.
First thing he liked to do was to open it up to the inside front section just to read the obituaries. He counted up the ages one by one to approximate his longevity. When most of the deceased had been older than he was, well then today was going to be a damn good wonderful day. When most of them had died younger than himself, wel
grandma's soupI was nine years old at my grandparents’ house where my parents used to send me nights they felt like getting drunk. Most grandmothers are excellent cooks. Mine, however, was not. The scent wafting up from the soup she had prepared was so foul that I snuck the bowl underneath the table for the dog, a miniature poodle that never stopped begging, even when it was full. It whined. I sighed and put the bowl back on the table, and I knew that my grandmother would come in again and say what she always did--“Eat it, honey, it’s good for you,” as if it were medicine. I believe the lack of taste in the cooking was due to a frugality so extreme tgrandma's soup
The Devil's Choiro god! now here I am delivered unto hell. I try to close my mouth, but I must sing with these inhabitants who blithely fell beneath the shadow of a demon's wing.The Devil's Choir
cursing the bloody bodies that once bore us, screaming under the gravestones of dead mothers, the damned belt out their cacophonic chorus, engrossing walls that shroud us from the others.
tequila mockingbird is my name and I have taken my place among all things infernal. let loose the ravens for their airy lairs on high far from stench where screeches ring eternal
for thine is the kingdom, th
The Gator and the SnakeOnce deep within the waters of the glades, Where alligators lurk seeking their prey, A python curled its form beneath the shade With hunger that had raged too many days.The Gator and the Snake
It spied a lizard floating down its way, And waited with the patience of a beast, Then surged quick through the water toward its prey, Snake knowing well it would be death or feast.
The alligator lurched with jaws of death, And tried to sink them into python scales. The snake snapped like a spring to squeeze out breath, All teeth and claws against an endless tail.
The python twisted t
RemissRemissRemiss
Time, it seemed, had been stuck in his throat, and ever since then, it hadn’t passed, frozen in its place. He choked on it, coughing so heavily that bloodied tears fell from his eyes, but still it wouldn’t move, therefore he also became ice, staying in his place, just as time did.
He had a brother. That other boy, the brother, used to watch time pass on, watching the hands on the clock move slightly. That clicking sound, or was it a tick? The way the ballad, it, fell elegantly from the clock was hypnotizing, sedating, and possessing.
“A drug…” he whisper
-courtney
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露と落ち露と消えにし我が身かな浪速のことも夢のまた夢
豊臣秀吉
What do you think?
(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)
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A storm is rising.
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-toddbailey
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one day the sun will come out
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- Mab the Evil -
My Goup!!
~Deviant-Troopers
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