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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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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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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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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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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