Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 03 of 03

Careening down Interstate 80 West, my father, Paul T. Black knew he was being followed. This was in the decade known as the Ninteen (sic) eightees, and back then, when you lived in the Bay, commuting to The City you essentially drove to work by driving, one car length space at a time, his carphone […]

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Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 01 of 03

“Hey, you are listening to KFRC. And the man, Rob Black, and Simon Bee, have perfected their aneroceter.” Dad. He looked up. “and those two? They are closer to taking over the world than before, Chief.” Jay, his Assistant Chief Engineer, at KMEL 106.5 FM opened his elaborate black, all leather trench-coat with a flourish. […]

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Cubby whole full of “How kindly dumbed down does your neighbor have to be, before you listen. To. Words.”

No, hers is a politeness extended to this gutter thing. Listen?Simon said, after watching the film “Speed,” knowing I wanted to drive “I’d be under it. Robert”ID.me says: “He knew which side of the wall. Before it fell! And is excellent at photo operations. Those are the most difficult strong endorsement for uh, yes. Second […]

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He was once said to have “Come into the position of [DCI #11] under questionable -nonsense! The question was when do we commence work

The youngest Naval Aviator rescued? I’d wager he know the fear of God put into one and many secrets or ultimatums did what he believed was right for the Nation and owned retirement. Nothing endeared me more to his legacy than politely wonder if his wife’s name, or his shorthand for it, God test her […]

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Build one, then. Drive past, over, around -but not into- said structure.

“I had the aurohaze mind image of a wonderfully polite Mrs. McRaven entertaining me briefly as I asked why she thought her son may be James Bond, and how long she’s suspected he has “Then! I wanted to know. Was Claude a fast mover? Boy, I bet him and Bill went on some tasks I’ll […]

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Listen! You remember? ‘Atop a pile of gold and Alamo Heroes,’ well- wait! Don’t tell me. Steven? No, no, no, sedge-wick?

“No,” I said, this monkey on my back, “it’s Ro-” “Don’t tell me,” he said, “man.” “Captain Porkchop! This Marine has no idea if this is those sick bastards humor, or death warrant. Mine!” “What’s on his house!” The next tunes, said Clamato. Hey, brah! Someone else? Has a ‘vette

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1929

I’ve been out from under the flu, and wanted you to know: it’s an inoculation I paid for out of pocket because most deaths of seniors and without insurance caused from one of the four strains of influenza, and it is something the VA is stern about. “We choose when you die.” I fell asleep […]

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TBC

“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning, soldier.” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty rocks. “And […]

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It’s Wortg it. CKFF, I shan’t burden my own credit or my beau with a grand wedding

As she’s the best at planning on, and I think I can contribute speaking on issues she … “Dear God. You know I am serious in my intent. With Taya, but haven’t made actual physical contact. You know my PTSD, and how I enjoy adding laughter to all things. Please, God. Bravery and tact and […]

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BOWMAN: The Only True Way To Kill Something Silent at Distance

“Quiet. Lookit Terrell run! Hah, Ronnie. Look! Chickenback.” DISCLAIMER: Bowman comes. Men, leave. The compounded. Interest? Republic. And Palerider actual, swervin’ sleep jerks behind him. “Palerider works hard.” “He’s not dead.” “Not hard enough. Crusader, Palerider-1! Come in.” “Rodger. Send it.” “Confidential medical data, make it fast we’re gonna plotz in this boneyard!”

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Dearest Taya, I know I may’ve bullied my way into your life more than by friends and acquintences

But mine flaws you don’t share, chair cumbersomeness you don’t have will never make me less find flaws not creating intolerance, but a callous against time and foggy memory won as I’ll never face that way for spite and but beat, heart and quarternote toward yours, remembering the glow today.

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Backed by the Marines’ spread they could not not bet, Huntsman clearing wire first, short, quick strike air campaign fall wayside defense and a blitzing AAV’s screech, sans ball bearings barreling down, on the gold rush.

How’d the stop ball bearing production.

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You didn’t expect to swim! Marine Corps. spirit, and preen your new gills.

“I am my Brother’s Keeper, and us all, Marines. Send a thirty-one to WDI. Let Mickey Sleigh ’em this year.” “Tots.” “Then let’s wait on those squids!” Nut 2 butt. Privates! Full Bird? “Then let’s wail on those squids!” Shower. Qual 4. Half as many down. Repeat week. Swim week. Heaven presents heavy-hat’s swim week. […]

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The Commandant enjoyed his bet, wager collected and three meat pockets en route home, avalanche and firearms discharged by others celebrating in their stead. Deer!

“In reality, no-incident liberty indicates the Secretary is building a DoD of great magnitude. Brawling is constant, with little or no troop discord, putting my ass on the street for my pizza box of tailgate is fair, as his conduct was above, and beyond reproach, and a Marine in uterine hadn’t Peggle. Ed. Let’s give […]

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Dearest Taya, it’s not a reference, Hamilton or a 1 and or 0; it’s suspended by not-Future Batman and you, not in all regards but efforts and attempt.

Dates do not have to be set or forget ever, regret! Never have I felt like all the time is left for you. Me? -rlb PoSt-script: think about the offer, reply if contact. If or inclined

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I’d get her coffee, then? Ask if the corporate board would not press charges or wanted them

I will be as crass as I care to decimate google’s Babel fish from Trek II and as vulgar as I want to teach parents animation is neither norture or nature and polygamy is no substitute for clandestine traditional love in the divorce prone world this “app” developers have made in lieu of successful hearts […]

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How Do You Win a war, Soldiers. Part 1

Video: No-one’s fault, but the Gunny would want …this bird rebuilt; CAD and bolts, Marines! Devilpup. Self-correcting and or indictment/Captain’s Mast: “A great read, purchase “Lone Survivor,” by Marcus Luttrell at fine booksellers. For his own kin, seeing as they raised him right. Hi, Mrs. Luttrell! Happy -oof!” Right-Hook: Grey. Reiterted! Strong, a flurry of […]

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ke.

“Slow your roll, you two. Black, you were never a Soldier.” A tear would have formed, had we not simultaneously inhaled. “Save poppers for go-time!” We moved forward, Jayson walking in the infuriatingly confident yet appearing-to-me complacent stride of a Chaplin in I-80 with no traffic. Open lanes and nobody to cross a lapsed madman […]

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Savage.

“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning soldier.” “Strong reiterate!” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty […]

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Sierra Echo Tangoe Delta Echo Papa Tango Hotel (Explicit)

HMS is His or Her Majesty’s ship now that those perverts are ousted let’s examine United States ship banter “Did I tell you about the ocular patient lady I penetrated; sexually?” “What of her?” “That was good for us.” “Sex?” “Thank you.” “This rack is hot with sexual and radioactivity.” “I believe you just did.” […]

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Not only am I aware, Olde English is infereior to Mickey’s champagne

I care not for the reigning monarch, nor your delightful naming conventions! The Hero’s Journey ends, and just because he was once inside you, does not mean we can debase an authoritative regime! Our structure. Is perfect, and no-one loves that young man, -not Kyle- all of them, (see: The Mother of All Terrain models) […]

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Hey, two more, said the elephant.

“And who might this be!” I beamed. Grinning ear to ear. “Swanky. CW Swanky,” I said, dismissing myself to kinko’s. For another manilla folder, as I had fcked up, early in my career. “Well. I’m a pachyderm.” Obvious. Why would anyone want nasty, manhandled information, compartmentalized, instead of fresh, organic information- “Three fingers!” “You first, […]

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Compatriot! In Soviet Russia, Cuba’s allright. Why?

Because. Communism works. In a very, very small community. An island, preferably. Pictured: IS OBAMA SUBSCRIBING TO THIS PERIODICAL. THE FIRST GAY PRESIDENT II Bay Area News Group was reluctant to admit, they didn’t get the best of it. “BABE/s. Excellent!” I could drown you, in ladies and rogue hynea hounds. BAAD/s. “Bogus.” Tyler and […]

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The Names have been changed to Protect the Innocent Pt I

Dear Taya, Please forgive me. If it was you at the Seven 11 (7-11 store) I’m always a human first and Hyperion [Shoo! Damn troglodytes.] I love your photos. -Robert <3 Taya Post-Script: Unfortunately, Homo-Sapians Hyperion is my internal narrative for the Congressional Space Medal of Honor. Strong of heart, bright as the sun, men […]

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Dear Taya, You. Universal, with the exception of Paramount’s Great Marine world, Vallejo. Kidding! You’re my Miss Sunshine. Mr. Arkin? I’dpay to see a judge officate that teacher’s little pagent sister. “I’d pay for a night with Jennifer.” Peevey! I will throw you right out Miss Mabel. “I think I need a helmet.” GREEN

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Exchange.

“Hah! Backed by the Emirates. If you don’t exchange these, then tomorrow I will return with another group of Veterans!” Was I speaking to Santa Claus? Hey, private escort. Secret Service? Must be. “And! We, that we will only speak Deutch. To their leaders vengeful scheme its going to rain like cats. and dogs!” I […]

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The battlespace is conquered, please. Call back Ba’al. The Mister! Huah! Fight. Flee. Or die

The Minister perished shortly of heart failure thereafter. Dear Taya, I’m much like Michael Scarn and Holly, a dork who qualified for the cup and can be overly silly. To a fault, as two voicemail gags attracted broadcasters who soon will face the chsllenge of besting the hundred meter rule. Not another. In all seriousness, […]

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You brought Washington to life!

“General Washington. Mr. Secretary- sir! Hows your troops and territory? “Richmond seems to have beef. With Concord.” “Thats my end.” Missing scene. “No, Seth. Seth! Heroin.” “I’m from Massachusetts, you will have to give me a minute, thirty seconds.” “No. I. Love. You.” “My conduct has been, and remains, above and beyond reproach.” “Its, a […]

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Jokes will have to wait. Twitter rejoin in 3…2…1

“Tell me more,” said JSOC. “Well, sir.” He didn’t know how to begin. “It malfunctioned. The Poseidon Arch.” All dead. “The point of that section. Others will be along.” “Mo, sir. Double-oh.” “Boy, we are dark.” “Ring it, ringley.” Once annapolis had finished their gooch, we went as Marcinko, selling grenades in the stands. We […]

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Praise so far for “American Wife,” available at booksellers everywhere

I don’t take it as anything less than your life in your words. Ive said before an autographed book ive never had but when i reached the part where phone calls were missed and tragedy right before “shattered,” I’d wish I could have had more to lend and empathize with, knowing its a part of […]

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Dearest Taya I know this may be a bit from the nether and unknown yet hopefully not yet unwelcome

Actions speak more than eloquence stood against all and familiarity, any familiarity would unhamper any discussion conducive to aims befitting us both, but know its not for trying and the actions to come are not maliciois and earnest in aims, time is against me at the moment. Soon, nothing unsavory more will unfold. Like a […]

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Nomad.

“Fine,” I yelled, sounding just like a bitch, “I’m going!” Simon said nothing. “I’m going to play Turbo-grafx 16,” I said, concluding, “sweaty.” Dad landed. “Simon. Other Simon.” he spoke, greeting them. “I’m putting a hard deadline on this as it’s so out of theme.” “But dad,” Simon said, “dad!” Duckman was on. USA Network. […]

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My neighbor Tonya. Tanya! Man I’m dead

We’d go for long walks to the school. Sharing pound cake discussing quantum theory between spins in grandads corvette. Often times she’d be outside the window justyfying the mantle of Batwoman, when the Huntress wouldn’t just do, but respected. Shes dating The Huntsman! He doesn’t do anything. Then after learning of timetravel from a fellow […]

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You’re back in the Marines, now! And time pt. 6

UNIVERSAL STUDIOS HOLLYWOOD “Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Don’t smoke. Backdraft, again!” Meeting Rob Reiner. “Boo! Conan,” she was wound up like a howler, “Boooo! Conan!” Was he in the outfield, now: Arsenio. “Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!” Backlot tour. “Let’s ride this newest one. Again and again until someone’s angered to wait in the […]

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Commendation

“I’m set for casting. Catch a role,” clicked the Komodo Dragon. “Crime epic,” still, lethargic, basking in reflective pre-glory, it communicated, “a perfect three peace button man. Wardrobe!” “You a dumbass,” I said, “cold-blooded, moron lizzard.” “The only! You haven’t eaten in six years.” “Look who’s talking.” said Turbo. “That’s it,” I replied, “these are […]

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PUNISH

In the event of my death or disappearance Alexandra Elza, Briggite Moyal and one Candace Clemons, all single, only one married with two dependents, who is not only not my wife, not married so far as I know, but I, Robert LeVeck Black, have no intent of marriage with any of the three, and they […]

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