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What do you say?
The rich, sweet, rolling tones of a low Arabic-accented English combine with a language of hate, brutal and thick with fury, whispered softly in a thin veneer of calm. The cold-eyed man with a streak of iron gray in his … Continue reading
Fuck writing. Fuck the world. Fuck this, and this, and this, and everything else.
I’m posting today, but it isn’t fiction. Don’t ‘like’ this post, okay? I’m putting my cat to sleep this afternoon. He’s been my best friend of 10 years. My wife bought him for me before she was my wife. If … Continue reading
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