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The Pastoral of Saddle HillThe Pastoral of Saddle HillThe Pastoral of Saddle Hill
The lighthouse atop Saddle Hill never used to bother Joe McCarty. But things have a way of wearing on people, and the lighthouse had been wearing on Joe for over ten years now. Every morning, the lighthouses meandering light passed on and off his face myriad times, brushing away his sleep with relative indifference. And every morning, Joes first thought was always the same: Damn thing. What the hells the point? This morning was no different.
When he finally opened his eyes, he saw that the light was halfway up the hill. It moved slowly, like an assassin skulking awa


The PartyThe Party Arthurs heart started beating like hell when he rounded the corner and saw that the house party was as obvious as it was supposed to be. He had been holding out hope for something a little more subtle, something small and exclusive. For something that would feel like a privilege to be a part of. He supposed thats not how things work. Not anymore. Oh God, he mumbled as he parked behind a black Cadillac Escalade that possessed absurd rims. He turned the ignition off and gave the house a good stare down. The house was about as a bright as a desert sun, bursting with a noisy beckoning thatThe Party


Gonzo Journalism:An ExperimentSweet Jesus, I thought, there’s no fire. We’ll all freeze up and die! “Bring another candle!” I screeched at the barmaid desperately, hoping that she had not yet succumbed to the bitter frost.Gonzo Journalism:An Experiment
Instead of the candles she delivered wine lists and menus as if forcing us to pay for a chemical fire in our bellies would scare away the dark cold of the air. I thought it best to test her theory. “Beer! I must have a beer!” I shouted at the cheap, fire-hording whorefaces running the bar.
My camera assist ordered something remarkably similar to pinesol in its odour. It must have had something to do with his Island upbringing.
Gonzo
I'm trying a strategy of favoriting and collecting random stuff so they look at my page...
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I was just woundering if you wouldn't mind having a quick look at mine. Cause im trying to get a wider picture of what people think of m stuff (so i can improve....)
If you could that'd be awsome
And maybe watch swap?!
Thanks
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I spelt somthing wrong didn't I?
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CLEAN YOUR SHORTS! CLEAN YOUR SHORTS GOD DAMNIT YOU'RE A BIG BOY!
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