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Stories From Old Lurk. Old Lurk. The city all cities dream of. The Somnambulopolis. The nowhere town.". Friday, 2 March 2012. Do YOU renounce ALL your sins, Blake? The woman sat in front of me is quite the interrogator. Making people talk is in her familys blood after all. Like all true *******, she uses her clients shame and grows more powerful from it. She has a definite calling. Her mission is a Holy One. It started all the way back with the Thought Inquisition and the burning of heretics. A veritable...

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Stories From Old Lurk. Old Lurk. The city all cities dream of. The Somnambulopolis. The nowhere town.". Monday, 5 September 2011. A Face In The Crowd. Labels: Stories From Old Lurk. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Man From HADES. The white suit. Assassin. Secret Agent. Pan-Dimensional vagabond. Cigar Smoker. I'm your goddamned GUARDIAN ANGEL, BABY! View my complete profile. Welcome To Old Lurk by Pulp Metal. Just Another Night Down Mistletoe Lane by Pulp Metal. A Face In The Crowd.

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Stories From Old Lurk: February 2012

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Stories From Old Lurk. Old Lurk. The city all cities dream of. The Somnambulopolis. The nowhere town.". Tuesday, 28 February 2012. And The Street Screamed Blue Murder! The novella by PULP METAL MAGAZINE's Jason Michel,. Where l'il ole me. Buy it amazon.com. Labels: and the street screamed blue murder. Stories From Old Lurk. Tuesday, 7 February 2012. The Dirty - Part Three. Silence is Golden - T-Shirt slogan bearing the face of Deryk Kokzynski. Saturday, 4 February 2012. The Dirty - Part Two.

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Stories From Old Lurk: July 2011

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Stories From Old Lurk. Old Lurk. The city all cities dream of. The Somnambulopolis. The nowhere town.". Saturday, 16 July 2011. 8220; …. Information. Goddamnd information. Thats what its all about, me ol china. Everything. Reality. Qubits. Zero and one, not standing defined, not staid, not solid but that holy whole hole zero being endlessly fucked (optimism) or raped (pessimism) by an erect and phallic one. A super-positional orgy. Reality is the divine come-face. Well, we all have our quirks, dont we?

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Stories From Old Lurk: August 2011

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Stories From Old Lurk. Old Lurk. The city all cities dream of. The Somnambulopolis. The nowhere town.". Friday, 12 August 2011. 160;“Thats another fine mess .”. I looked to the east over the smoke clouds billowing from the charred guts of once-mighty skyscrapers and habitation blocs. Various scattered blackened vehicles were strewn hither and yon, looking like beetles in the aftermath of a forest fire. Their drivers were long gone ,. If they knew what was good for them,. I knew how he felt.

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Stories From Old Lurk: My Lady's Pain

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Stories From Old Lurk. Old Lurk. The city all cities dream of. The Somnambulopolis. The nowhere town.". Friday, 2 March 2012. Do YOU renounce ALL your sins, Blake? The woman sat in front of me is quite the interrogator. Making people talk is in her family's blood after all. Like all true sadists, she uses her client's shame and grows more powerful from it. She has a definite calling. Her mission is a Holy One. It started all the way back with the Thought Inquisition and the burning of heretics. She had b...

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Tuesday, June 26, 2012. Part II - nine. Later that night, curled up in bed with Ginny after love, half asleep and her mind wandering, Rebecca said, “My cousin is getting married soon, I think…”. 8221; Ginny asked, not far from sleep herself. 8220;I just dreamed it,” the sleepy blonde explained. “I’ll call her tomorrow… Gotta’ give her our new number anyway…”. 8220;That’s right, Becca! In their simultaneously j...

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Thursday, April 25, 2013. Part III - one. 8230;The dream is not always the same. Sometimes the man in the black suit enters the room backwards so that I hear him speak before I see the dreadful leer of his face. Her hand faltered and she rested the ball-point at the end of the ellipsis she had just jotted down. Damn if she could remember what she had finally understood! The words glinted in the shadows at the ...

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The Blue Dog Journal: November 2012

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Monday, November 05, 2012. As always, the next installment of The Blue Dog Journal is imminent. While we wait and see in which direction the narrative will next take me, I offer this selection of poetry from part II, chapter seven. As true readers will recollect, the following piece,. Was written by Ginny and appeared in. The Broken Heart Review. When I was young. You were the only one. To kiss my lips.

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The Blue Dog Journal: Part III - one

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Thursday, April 25, 2013. Part III - one. 8230;The dream is not always the same. Sometimes the man in the black suit enters the room backwards so that I hear him speak before I see the dreadful leer of his face. Her hand faltered and she rested the ball-point at the end of the ellipsis she had just jotted down. Damn if she could remember what she had finally understood! The words glinted in the shadows at the ...

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The Blue Dog Journal: Editorial Note

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Monday, November 05, 2012. As always, the next installment of The Blue Dog Journal is imminent. While we wait and see in which direction the narrative will next take me, I offer this selection of poetry from part II, chapter seven. As true readers will recollect, the following piece,. Was written by Ginny and appeared in. The Broken Heart Review. When I was young. You were the only one. To kiss my lips.

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The Blue Dog Journal: Part II - seven

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Saturday, April 07, 2012. Part II - seven. Broke my heart again,. This time right in two. I’ll give the pieces to you. James Hollowbrook –. Rebecca, taking the magazine from Ginny’s outstretched hand, smiled – the clear, golden smile which had been the first of her many charms to waylay Ginny’s heart. “Oh come on, Gin, you’re only six years older than me! When I was young. You were the only one. To kiss my lips.

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The Blue Dog Journal: January 2013

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Tuesday, January 22, 2013. Part II - twelve. Nine to ten hours later, Ginny was back at the house on Euclid Street, her black Malibu packed for their trip down the coast and idling in the pale light of the new day. From the driver seat, she spoke to Rebecca, sitting with her slim hand on the passenger door handle. “Just go around the left side of the house, “she began. 8220;How large a hedge? The passenger doo...

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The Blue Dog Journal: Editorial Note

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Monday, January 21, 2013. Coming soon. Part II, chapter twelve, in which Rebecca prepares to retrieve Ginny's journals. This will be the final chapter of Part II. Coming sooner or later, Part III, Chapter I! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). This is Not My Heart. View my complete profile. Previously in The Blue Dog Journal. Part II - twelve. Notes From a Life in Progress. Subscribe To The Blue Dog Journal!

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The Blue Dog Journal: Part II - ten

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Sunday, September 09, 2012. Part II - ten. By the time she got home, she had begun several mental “to do” lists, and was realizing the need for another as she walked through the door to find Ginny turning their new apartment upside down. Standing agape as Ginny ransacked the sofa, she asked, “What’s going on? 8221; she asked, knowing already that it was a journal. The lovers looked at each other. Ginny wrapped...

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The Blue Dog Journal: January 2012

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An open ended narrative about life in a small town on the border of California and possibility. Thursday, January 26, 2012. Part II, Chapter 5 will be posted soonish. It is already several hundred words underway. Technical difficulties on the home front may (or may not) delay posting. Links to this post. Friday, January 13, 2012. Part II - four. 8220;Well, that went better than expected…” Ginny clambered into the cab of the big white truck and plopped into the driver’s seat with a sigh. Rebecca giggled a...

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