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By Black, Robert L. USMC

i VEHICLE (on) land From the passengers side, nothing but grit seen, grit in the First. It could be seen, past a shifter by way of a lapseated Zeuss crying out, alarmed, Detective McClane’s name while twin-state liquid ordinance mixed as MARS’l’oC’ed spear thrust into Venus, withdrawn hoverboard amid voice in the rear bellowed, “call!” […]

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Remember. To forgive us all for spacedogs. Seriously, the American public screwed the …you know.

To communicate to silicon transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made, I know we will liaison with our equals in aspiration and scope, than compartmentalize whilst making our intent benevolent and known, and in […]

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Nightstick

“Instructor Reno. Do you smoke?” He said nothing. “Fools. Tadpoles. Recruits?” “Yes, please,” he responded, then, “second thought: save the first.” “How droll, sir.”

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The Falcon is in the air!

“C’mon, come on, you Futurama disenchantment,” I muttered to myself, “get up there you big metal rabbit!” “Don’t worry,” said the First Commandant’s shining example of what it means to fight, and stand up for something, Sherman Gillums Jr. “Mardi Gras.” Who was the actor I was going to hire to cast the man who […]

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Edge of The World High School, Team Dragon says, and I mean this, Oxygen. Sometimes

“What do you mean you all live in Uncle Cliff’s Great tree house, in big bear!” “Tree houses for young Marines, Big Bears.” “We do.” “Fairy tale design. By Westermann & Grimm Amp and whispers; co.” “Stage. Coach!” “Swim Week.” 1939 6 LONG YEARS LATER 1945 TEAM-5 I’M ALIVE TEAM-4 SOFTBALL “The malingerer, a Marine […]

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The pretty feet Robert! You must fondle them. Only after J.J. and Jeff, then you must conquer Arcadia, then Waverace 64. Then cleanse the sunwell pay. Roof!

“Heyyy,” said the voice, “Rhea.” He was sharply interrupted. By the actor the Deputy Undersecretary of the Department of Justice decided to hire for this schtick. Walking silly, in the prone, I did my own job. “Army of Two, at least. Sir, Convicts! Face paint. War!” Black Blizzard, by ICP (Victory over Japan day? I […]

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Climax

Most urgent Jones to kid; marriages are NOT as waffles Jimmy, wear commitment at breakfast with the best pilot I can assign your doom. Clark. Dumb, but worthless CW (Me!) who “won’t touch that dial” because “dials can operate with mittens” they (70 wife) they look at track listins’ (rural capitol) and only listen to […]

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Station

“He is right.” “Goodbye, evil Bill.” “Goodbye, Evil Ted.” Tyler Gray at sixty Jackson paces, Old hickory, forcing them to reenact a two part role from a Bogus Journey, and at a distance. At Gunpoint and bequest of some corpse. “Yes, I’d wager,” said Alfredo Hickman, “this is not funny. “Who snarked! Wait one, as […]

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Here Lies. Truth: Starting Ed Helms as Lincoln

386 w/ CO processor Cameron’s Lucasarts “This off the wire. Get back here, pawn! A letter, signed by Xi Majesty Cosmonometer!” “Wholly unfundamentals,” said M, “fumble, by Herb Thomas, by-” “Belay! Elaborate.” “Brickhands Touchdown.” We were in the house. Cousins. “Cold blooded,” I said to black snake sleeping bag aboard ISS SUBMARINER LA TRIUMPH US, […]

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Universal BTTF Opening Scrawl

Cameron’s CAIRO George Lucas knows his dog in the passenger seat? SAS says any idiot can fly! “Think of it,” we stood high above the valley, “a troglidyte and his Anglaphile friend.” I declined. “Precisely! Maybe, in history they were not,” he continued, “but the wookies are man’s best friend. Who knows. Canines!” “Oh my […]

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Truth or Dare: True Lies

2006 “Wait one, Black.” “How am I looking?” The MP said nothing. Then: “It’ll be a while.” Regs. I laid put my fantasy powerpoint, from Camaro. Back to Basix. Come ova tonight. Were those dudes making fun of my adolence! Fucking Jive. Jive! Britney’ll always be Britney. Bitch. “…and that was my first touchless. I […]

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The Vegabond. Veteran. Phweoooaet! Two, that you did not see. You are alive while they consume. Beef paddy

BOOM! “Don’t call me anything but Razorwire, Support Actual, or O’Neill!” 72 later WRITE YOUR OWN PERFORMANCE REVIEW* As a football-bat, conjured by the Navy Department, blustering in like the “The Party,” blustering interference, white adi das smarmily laced across feet filled with hopeful whimsy, his head, to kick a PAT during the soccer match. […]

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I spent a night with these apes

Jelly, against his own medical, advice had a commission thrust upon and thus Jelly’s Jaguars seeing as they compulsively had found no cats and also gambled offduty canine-doing-as-pleases became Jelly’s Jacks We’re Better. As in “Of course they’ll pay for the bombs. For us. The whole Betty!” “Five minutes before we drop. Bet?” “Bet!” There […]

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Where Solicitors Congregate

“Now, you won’t ‘touch that dial’ because ‘dials can operate with mittens’ they, says your 1970’s wife, they ‘look at track listins’ and’ since she’s from the rural capitol California, insists you ‘only listen to Professors because, those have checks will perfect AAA.’” “Plus Raven’s pretzels and know George how to tame Martha. Quartz mine. […]

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This Looks Legit! Paynow

To communicate to silicone transmuting information to intelligence once waves return to us preparing a path and requiting our knowledge to precede our march onto a shadow of what he has made our intent benevolent; our potential astonishing and our relentlessly out-of-context-to-scale timeline tempered by the peace held in every square meter and each atom […]

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Split Decision

“Mine. Chains. His. Airwinger. Flyboy. Mine. Mine, star and of course BlackJack.” NON-RATE BLACK RL LCPL SEA TATOO “Wanted. Fourth Regiment. Do you have whatever it takes to hang with Turbo?” Buckle up, shoulder mounted belay! Man-portable! Eavesdropper. Unmanned Nordberg. Locked on, with the bank bag safe, my personal cat inside, with me at the […]

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France!

TRISTAR PICTURES SAMUEL L. BRONKOWITZ Non Anti-terror non-villain playlist to actual mission in some blokes kitchen, Dex making more than suitable beer holding surface, four Marines plus me, behind dog-tag making machine, Which is about cover, and surprising Margaret, of TMGAIHAA, where not only was her photograph radiant but word-to-edgewise ratio dreadful, on the apology […]

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Director John Wu: “10 percent Reacher, 85 jackass 15 hey! That droopy cartoon with cattle farmers? Propaganda.“

“Please,” said the JAG turned Warrantless, “your Honor. Allow me to circumvent the bench and approach. Via the dirty word, until the court is satisfied or dismissed.” Schwartz was big about it. Big as I was about the 187 knocked down on to General Article, then buried, with less than honorable intent and a big […]

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Dearest Taya, this morning

I’ve got to drag my ass to work, also, you may be seeing this for the first time! Or, maybe, it’s all been taken down. It turns out everyone is crooked and the government shutdown! Not supposed to effect Department of Veteran’s affairs benefits? Much warms and British warming units your snuggle bunny Robert

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M

What group is too powerful for even you to oppose? A. Saudi bin Laden group. B. United States Marine Corps C. TransAmerica triangle. D. Voltron, defender of the Universe. Killing with my Department of the Navy is like smashing a fly with a steamroller. That fly is dead, sure. But a whole lot happened between […]

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Take two

Dearest Taya, I’ve been thinking. What does Condelezza Rice think of the Syrian Civil War? Gadaffi adored her; George W. Bush knows how to pick them. In 2011 she said Bashar al Assad was “no friend of the United States,” has that changed and does MsB have a vested interest? They are valuable trade partners, […]

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Thought.

Why would someone burn apparel of the Nike. The Nike. Goddess of victory. She’s already arrived. Would they suspect she knows nothing of power? Speed. Fire. Ridiculous. I always have fire; as any good …uh, supporter of people against hypothermia. Let’s be honest. I wanted to drive the Marines car. As the fury. What do […]

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Thinking of you.

And how words matter. It’s not until phonetically, you realize how amazing wind talkers are, and how patient they have been with us as Americans. “Ah.” Good. Food, says me the author. “M.” Food. “Er.” As in eating. “Kuh,” or any sharp “k.” Fire. Word start. Americans. And of course the lovely Ms. Kyle.

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Dearest Taya,

I don’t know about you but I’m over the moon. Either it was you or your aura projecting over things just as comely but yet I believe I saw you with my own eyes. -Robert I’ll always support you in whatever you do

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Walls

Perhaps one should consider America’s military strength. Logistics. Being capable of moving that much material under an Administration with an executive that has that much experience in constructing great things is the best way to fight the universal enemy: famine.

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Cyberterroism?

To the men and women of the Academy and West Point. Your shortcomings are only documented as you are students, you are aware more training means less bleeding in war, whether you accept your commission or no; your contribution thus far by admittance alone is remarkable, the potential astounding. We, with our right of franchise […]

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CENTCOM

“The Military disasters which overtook Germany during the late summer of 1944 must have convinced even the most fanatical members of the National Socialist party that, nothing could stave off defeat and that the best that could be hoped for was a stalemate.” -James Lucas, Kommando With 7,000 troops being withdrawn they would do well […]

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Dearest Taya

The hell if I know what happened. Oftentimes, when looking at string theory, you feel you have the attention of everything and nothing simultaneously, other times you hear of far superior theorists telling others to “To have fun out among the stars.” Then, when I recall there are 7.2 Billion people on this blue marble […]

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The Crucible

“It has never been a better training evolution for the Marines. It taught me the concept of being crucified, how all things are vulnerable, and how one must protect all things.” -unknown MARSOC Marine

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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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Green Fairy

“How much.” Boy. Sounds like something I’d send to myself, or my accountant would send to me. “Now, you are headed for the drink.” “You sound like my doctor, and my caddy.” Wait! “Bob. Drop.” “Do I look it.” “A stroke.” No. “Scouts are for balls.” I’ll sell the cub, and the boy. “You two! […]

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Glory Road.

“Hero. You must fight.” “Him!” “Yes.” “To?” “The end.” “Or?” “We die.” “You are?” “Serious!” OPINION: Not only to I condone it where legal, I don’t, nor have I sports gambled when posting screen jabs to to social media. EULA’s, and smartphone operating systems, resolution, etc notwithstanding, are impossible to fully comprehend without a non-parole […]

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SUPER MACHO-MAN

What. The. Fuck. “Seth was lost. All was! The detailed rolled away, after a warm goodbye from Elizabeth and there it was, two with a grudge. Uber?” Write you congressmen. “1000 Elephants, Andrew McNabb declines on all accounts, politely speaking well of his countrymen and Queen. This

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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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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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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 it. CKFF, I called off a wedding 54 days before because 10 year divorce or no, the transition

AUTHORS NOTE: EITHER THE BIGGEST JACKASS OR WOEFULLY NOT, EDIT AND DRAFT INDICATE I KNOW NO-thing EVER! MAYBE. YET, PLEASE, TAKE NO OFFENSE I WONT TELL. Is the least source of friction? You are flush with terminal pay, then fight like cavys and chinchillas oh, break it you sow break it all! I am tubing. […]

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Raise your glasses. Mates.

May the Coalition of the Willing’s fathers, and sacrifice, in the mud seasons, or fairweather never be forgotten, in flight, low earth orbit or on the seas. Land of free seceded, and bonded in fire, to houses noble; Sword, Gold, and Juno with happy landings. Rotary wing fixed and safe crossings across seven seas and […]

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Unforgiven. Dreadnought.

The tank roared to life. Tearing through a game a chicken, crossing paths between mobile howitzers amid their 155 mm high-five, excited their big brothers were speeding toward destination unknown. To bring the hate. Someday, they’d grow up and be just as fast. Faster! Another elevated handshake. Skin replacing repellant as a crew served slapped […]

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Doing it Well.

“Now, Marines. Sailors. Why we exclude them with open arms let us never forget the value of reallotting fiscal concerns of the Departments of the Air Force. Army. Sacrifice those West Point kids in our absence as a token upon the alter of sorry not sorry. As they are bigger, and out number us! 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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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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Nintendo! Since …?

Been picking domain, this ‘un. Phil. Well, at least since 2016. 2011. No. Earlier? There are millions of Johnston’s. Prolific? Profit. Prophe “Frederick Way.” Papa Frank was so queer, he went pro. The Government gave him the entire league. “I shan’t do a bit, I need to pre-truant.” Hey! Said Frank. Nice to meet Tommy! […]

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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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1000

Dearest Taya, I mean every word and not only would I take it well and with lesson, a rejection from you would be just as sweet as any other goal, a speaking tour to stocks. Semper Fidelis, Robert Black

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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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Hunter

“You want to buy yellow dog. Yellow dog 5 Bills. And 100 round barrel magazines. Yes. Forty-five caliber Automatic Colt Pistol. MacGregor clan of Scotland, honkie. This is chess, not checkers.” -Apple Inc. surmising Blackkklansmen while Spike Lee suck starts RV, or recreational vehicle

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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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Sunvalley

It’s the emotional charge. You can always tell. When you look up. You can see it, in the designs of the ceiling lights. Sure, you can talk about how human beings are designed to see something shining, to find clear water, or eveolved to taste salt. “But the east bay,” I mutter to myself, “that’s […]

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Sorry. Me. Another day.

The Story, of Sir Cletus “Hello, you’ve reached Elkhart County. Hungry?” My cellmate. An elephant trumpeted out. “Hey, Andy. McNab! What are you in for?” “Ticklin’ the Ivories, mate. Then, trading them.” “Oh, a smartass. Pinochle.” No felonies on me, Wisdom. Tree.

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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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We’ll bee right back

I had a flash back. Universal City and Barbarianism. Boo! Wait, I said, on record, and aloud, that’s not me. Dear Taya, Ive bern busting my ass this morning but thanks to more compact devices and networking it looks and feels like ive been faux-dealing drugs TI-86 all day, calculas books makeshifting a creel, moonlighting […]

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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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Look. Across the fo’scle.

“Cigar man,” lever-action, the sound accompanied a cycled round for his rifle, up the ranp silently, chambered, then locked, amid glowing orange cherry and whiskers, ash, donincan and fallen seen wafting from a tired notchriskyle face, his SF bantam book the greatest of all time, “can you hit him! That one, the window washer! Can […]

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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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Site maintenance

Forgive the QR code. Unless you donated, on purpose, and Taya sees this as a compliment charity to herbalready notable and noble works. I’m standing up, to Ba’al, Diablo and his valley at my side. Beef? Quantity = side. Eggs? Gross!

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Go, Pack. Go! Go, Pack.

Dearest Taya, I’ve never been to Green Bay. But I’ll always remember Favre’s longbomb late in his career, “it fell out of the sky ladies and gentlemen!” Like I’ll always remember “Jeez Laweez,” in your book, ’cause i say it, too. Except, “Jeez Laweez kabottle kabeez.” I’ll remember that cat owes me fifty. After NLCS. […]

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On faith

Dear TayaIts St. Peter for me, at least. Jesus said “Father, why have you forsaken me!” While on the cross. Peter loved him so much he said “Crucify me upside down.”

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PUNISH II

You. Owe. Me. Zuckerberg. “Hi, Mrs. Zuckerberg!” I say, chipper. “He is,” I continue, “that son of a jerk! Okay. Muah, he should be nicer to your side of the family. Mother-in-law.” “Hey,” says Mr. Ed, “at least someone has a Horse.”

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