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Tuesday, July 10, 2018

TMI Tuesday: July 10, 2018

TMI Tuesday: July 10, 2018

Guess what time it is? TMI Tuesday!

Here’s looking at you. . .

1. What is the most marvelous thing you have ever seen?

I lost count when I turned seventeen. But the look on a woman's face when she comes is always a marvel.
2. Are you a starter or a finisher?

I am a finisher, but very judicious about what I start.
3. When did your heart last ‘skip a beat’? Why?

Last time she came all around me, because it was marvelous.
4. What does your perfect day look like?

I'm looking at it right now. Because it is next, and a good day today is better than what might be a perfect day tomorrow.
5. What would you call your autobiography?

He Consumed. He Eliminated. He Reproduced. He Stacked Things On Top Of Other Things. (and he was very happy to have come)
Bonus:  How does it feel to be photographed?

I hate having my soul stolen, so put the cell phone down and walk away.
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How to play TMI Tuesday: Copy the above TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!
Happy TMI Tuesday!

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors 03/16/14

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 03/16/14


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Life at the Sentient Bean / Casino

Casino

The last time I saw Fang Fang Wu she was physically and verbally assaulting a slot machine. At four foot eleven you may think  the Fangster would be easy to trifle with. That would be a serious miscalculation. But ask any slot machine, or dealer, car or otherwise and they will turn pale at the mention of this little force of nature.  Once her cold black eyes caught you, caught you were. Well I had to try to wrestle her away from the machine, because management was moving in the forces to stop her from trying to rip the arm off of the one armed bandit, but she knew it was payday and she was there to collect.


At this point she had mounted the machine and seemed to be trying to hump a payoff out of the machine while gibbering in what she claimed was her native tongue. I could never confirm nor deny that fact. 




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Sunday, February 23, 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors / 02/23/14

Weekend Writing Warriors / #8sunday / 02/23/14


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Excerpt: Life at the Sentient Bean / Police


  I entered the sadly paint encrusted door at the Sentient Bean which gave up the throwback tinkle of a bell. I was determined to choke down my first cup of joe for the day. The Beard served it up adding the usual dose of existential insolence I had grown to expect from Jeemarie Bingalangbang. But as one of his hero’s would so clearly respond, “Such things cannot be sufficiently despised,” so I tossed him the spondulix, grunted, snatched the brew, and retreated to my favorite hovel of the premises. I think back in the fifties the Sentient Bean had been one of those Armenian restaurants. Booths built into the wall with an onion dome frame and a decidedly casbah motif of lattice work in extended base relief. You never knew what was on this side of the wall but fortunately on the other side of the lattice. I know I did not want to know.

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