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crazy idea of going commando underneath.

Not even cancerous cigarettes could kill the demons in my head.

The lines are great, yeah... if only one could understand them as they're sung. Sometimes Eddie Vedder is as unintelligible as Bob Dylan. But the music is good. Nothing like Ten, though. Or Animal. Or Vitalogy. But still better than all those other albums they came out with between then and now.

I think "alas" works great where it is. It lets the reader contemplate whether or not this vampire likes his shackles to be disbanded.

Shuttlecock.

I should...

Much appreciated. This is still in draft form (obviously), so any suggestions would be helpful. Gore-porn... I like it! This is the first "splatter-punk" story I've written. A friend of mine asked me to make him a character in one of my stories, and to involve a claw hammer, so this is what...

The Trial Chair (concluded) 7. In a cold, white room Charles awoke. Constraint was his first thought. Medicated the second. A hospital room. Strapped to a bed. Catheters stuck from the backs of his hands like nails, attached to hanging intravenous transfusions containing a clear liquid...

The Trial Chair (continued) 6. “I bet you’re hungry.” It was his captor. He held out to Charles a plate of rare-prepared meat. His face held Charles’ face; that same exhausted-worried expression. “I bet by now your stomach is churning for nourishment.” Charles’ reflection smiled...

The Trial Chair (continued) 5. Little black balloon. A magic portal. A transport away, to quieter places. Places without family, without friends, without worry. This little black balloon, Charles sticks the needle in, fills the syringe to 100mL with clear gelatinous substance. The tubing...

Both. First prying... then he gives up and starts pounding them down.

Thank you, Darren, for the update.

The Trial Chair (continued) He next reached for the sledge, and stood over Charles, his reflective face revealing the face of Charles staring at himself--a white, drained expression. “Please stop,” pleased Charles. “I’ll pay you anything; give you anything you want... what do you want?” The...

Mine is usually the book I do not yet have.

David Mitchell... sixteenth? Well, maybe he'll work his way up this greatest British children's, er... greatest British writers of all time list. Look what he's given us so far: Ghostwritten: number9dream: Cloud Atlas: Black Swan Green:

Always pull from the top; otherwise, it's like a game of Jenga sometimes.

Happy birthday, Halo! Your name reminds me of one of my favorite songs by A Perfect Circle: "The Noose" So glad to see you have overcome them. Completely silent now With heaven's help You cast your demons out And not to pull your halo down Around your neck and tug you off your...

Which gives reason for the "movie" to be dull, moronic, and worth killing oneself over before watching?

Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck

The cartoons were aimed at Kenny Shovel, who seems to find the most obscure images (and posts them) every once in a while. That, and to admit I was one of the poo throwers, hence the phrase "I throw poo".