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January 15, 2012

Big Job Doom Thing, Page 50.

Jon Fat Beast was the fat bastard. THE fat bastard. He'd come onstage before us to abuse the audience, abuse the band, get his knob out, wobble his enormous belly, cover himself in squirty cream, have beer thrown at him, and eventually introduce us before running (yes, I know) to the back of the hall to operate the lighting desk. I loved watching the Beast from the stage, banging away on the lighting desk like he was a mad classical pianist playing the concert of his life and raising his arms aloft like he'd just won the FA cup.

Posted by dean at 01:12 AM

January 13, 2012

My Gyp, Page 147.

Guilt of man assuages guilt of the deity.

Posted by dean at 01:19 AM

January 08, 2012

Olden Infolds, Page 369.

The millennium is a permanent millennium.

Posted by dean at 02:07 AM

January 07, 2012

En Poll, Page 10.

They say there are some holes in the world in these parts.

Posted by dean at 01:46 AM

January 05, 2012

Soak Bet Fetish, Page 4.

The grass looked as if it had been left out all night.

Posted by dean at 11:58 PM

December 23, 2011

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Posted by dean at 11:32 PM

En Poll, Page 9.

He catches the ozone bass of the rain clouds, and the tart mid-range sterility of the grass and earth, and some high, treble note he can't place. But nothing dangerous, nothing human or half-human. Not yet.

Posted by dean at 01:15 AM

December 17, 2011

Olden Infolds, Page 366.

Most places just are something, but America had to mean something too, hence her vulnerability -- to make-believe, to false memory, false destiny. And finally it looked as though the riveting struggle with illusion was over, and America had lost.

Posted by dean at 01:22 AM

December 16, 2011

My Gyp, Page 97.

Mental ill male tunnel path digging with elbows, driving with own knees so escape, possible able spread insanity infection.

Posted by dean at 01:42 AM

December 11, 2011

Parred Pity, Page 239.

We carry our family inside of us. It's who we are.

Posted by dean at 04:23 AM

December 09, 2011

My Gyp, Page 91.

Blue sky, no cloud mask against admiration of sun.

Posted by dean at 02:12 AM

December 04, 2011

Big Job Doom Thing, Page 45.

Maybe God only moves stuff around when I'm not looking.

Posted by dean at 01:54 AM

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