Month: March 2014

Shaggy

RIP Shaggy, too, while I was in Oregon project task management. 39, dead of a heart attack before he hit the floor. Weed dealers, players, hippies, and lovers expected to be a 1,000 strong for his wake. Marshals brought his

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Willamette

We’ll begin this thing at tack. The word misheard, bidet: the question was, “Why would you bring that to a hot springs?” If you’re going by the numbers, and the numbers add up, why is 2 and 2 still Sky?

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Drone

God texted me to say that everything was back under control. That night from beyond his grave the helicopters swarmed over the house, their searchlights bright, their loudspeakers blaring his commands. But I had hidden the skeleton in my closet

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