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Maybe I’m wrong, but this FA seems to nibble on the edges of profoundness. A visual metaphor. My interpretation is that this person’s life is over before his story begins. And what ends hislife story? Someone wielding a gun. Maybe it was purchased legally. Maybe not. Maybe it’s an Edward Scissorhands kind of thing, a prosthesis that doubles as a gun. Maybe the shooter knew the guy. Maybe he didn’t. We don’t know the age, race, nationality or shoe size of this shooter or his victim, but I’m 99% certain that the shooter is male. Guns don’t kill people. Men kill people. Except for blue men. We just revel in being the same color as the M&M introduced in 1995.
I don’t know what in the holy crap (Teresa’s words) I was spilling out on this page above. I blame it on the catnip I bought for my cats today. After they rolled in it a while, I rolled in it, too. My theory is that it makes susceptible humans type, type, type. I wonder if lions and tigers are affected by catnip. I also read somewhere that not all cats are affected by catnip’s hallucinogenic properties.
This is why it is best to have a behavioral set used in public that is acceptable to all. Private behaviors should never be revealed until it is too late for the other to back out.
Some books are more favored with Parts than others. For Example, many of the Victorian novels by Mr. Dickens that I consult are so loaded with hyper-scholarly introductory matter that I am exhausted and cease my reading session before getting anywhere near The Heart of the Matter (a.k.a. body matter). Luckily, this prevents strewing of dead content all over the carpeting: construe, don’t strew! This is what separates Literature from, say, cheap thrillers.
Put that in your lame library for future reference!
The circumstance was extraordinary, and the authorities without any leads. And so my friend, known about the precinct as The Poison Dart Frog, was brought in to consult on the case. Misty, not her real name, had a knack of seeing things that others might not, and usually not in a way that required a jacket with overly long sleeves.
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 7 years ago
A good murder mystery?
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 7 years ago
It’s all in the wrist to flip the pages…
Randy B Premium Member almost 7 years ago
It’s better to have no introduction. Just dive into the narrative.
Superfrog almost 7 years ago
That’s the index finger?
painedsmile almost 7 years ago
Maybe I’m wrong, but this FA seems to nibble on the edges of profoundness. A visual metaphor. My interpretation is that this person’s life is over before his story begins. And what ends hislife story? Someone wielding a gun. Maybe it was purchased legally. Maybe not. Maybe it’s an Edward Scissorhands kind of thing, a prosthesis that doubles as a gun. Maybe the shooter knew the guy. Maybe he didn’t. We don’t know the age, race, nationality or shoe size of this shooter or his victim, but I’m 99% certain that the shooter is male. Guns don’t kill people. Men kill people. Except for blue men. We just revel in being the same color as the M&M introduced in 1995.
waycyber almost 7 years ago
The appendix has been removed
painedsmile almost 7 years ago
I don’t know what in the holy crap (Teresa’s words) I was spilling out on this page above. I blame it on the catnip I bought for my cats today. After they rolled in it a while, I rolled in it, too. My theory is that it makes susceptible humans type, type, type. I wonder if lions and tigers are affected by catnip. I also read somewhere that not all cats are affected by catnip’s hallucinogenic properties.
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 7 years ago
What of the binding of Bond, James Bond OO7, covering this murder?
*Space Madness at The Station* almost 7 years ago
Poke the Yoke or Pop the Chicken?
Bill Thompson almost 7 years ago
Teresa doesn’t like drawn-out prefaces.
Say What Now‽ Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Saves me from reading the ending first.
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 7 years ago
This is why it is best to have a behavioral set used in public that is acceptable to all. Private behaviors should never be revealed until it is too late for the other to back out.
coltish1 almost 7 years ago
No, 3Hour, I’m pretty sure that was MY novella Teresa found.
coltish1 almost 7 years ago
And here I thought it was going to say, Beginning, Middle, and End.
Rotifer FREE BEER & BATH MATS ON FEB. 31st Thalweg Premium Member almost 7 years ago
@sɪsʏᴘʜᴏs – Solve for X.
P.S. I use artificial intelligence, not fake math.
Radish... almost 7 years ago
The individual in the cartoon is a pre face.
Larry Miller Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Ahh, it’s just a story problem.
INGSOC almost 7 years ago
Fallen safely to a soft cover paperback landing..
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 7 years ago
It’s a steady job, but he wants to be a paperback writer.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr almost 7 years ago
Pew! Pew!
Pulitzer!
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 7 years ago
“I’ve seen better parts on a Mr. Potato Head!”
—Frogney Dangerfield; Froglandia Book Review
INGSOC almost 7 years ago
‘The History And Social Influence Of The Potato’, written by Redcliffe Salaman is highly recommended..
Sisyphos almost 7 years ago
Some books are more favored with Parts than others. For Example, many of the Victorian novels by Mr. Dickens that I consult are so loaded with hyper-scholarly introductory matter that I am exhausted and cease my reading session before getting anywhere near The Heart of the Matter (a.k.a. body matter). Luckily, this prevents strewing of dead content all over the carpeting: construe, don’t strew! This is what separates Literature from, say, cheap thrillers.
Put that in your lame library for future reference!
Brass Orchid Premium Member almost 7 years ago
The circumstance was extraordinary, and the authorities without any leads. And so my friend, known about the precinct as The Poison Dart Frog, was brought in to consult on the case. Misty, not her real name, had a knack of seeing things that others might not, and usually not in a way that required a jacket with overly long sleeves.