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The Great Unfinished | Captain's Log
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The ramblings of a madman. The products of insomnia (and other stories). An Ode To No One. A Peach In The Night (unfinished). These words just came into my head one night. I’ve yet to figure out why. Don’t mock it too harshly. For a long time none of us spoke. Then, like the memory of a dream, there was a voice. It was the kind of thin, nasal voice you wouldn’t think out of place selling you hotdogs. And for a long time- at least it seemed to me to be a long time- for a long time, nobody answered. It was...
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A Peach In The Night (unfinished) | Captain's Log
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The ramblings of a madman. The products of insomnia (and other stories). An Ode To No One. A Peach In The Night (unfinished). A Peach In The Night (unfinished). Justice Baron Mads and myself decided to write some kind of gay romance novel for someone deserving of it. It was sadly unfinished, but perhaps its appearance here on the internet will inspire us to write more. I really and truly have no idea why I’m publishing this. There are reasonable fears that this publication might trigger the Rapture.
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Captain's Log | Half pirate diary, half manic rantings, all fuelled by a potentially lethal combination of rum and bourbon. | Page 2
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The ramblings of a madman. The products of insomnia (and other stories). An Ode To No One. A Peach In The Night (unfinished). Newer posts →. January 8, 2012 · 02:04. The Tides Of March. Avast, yar bunch of bastards! We docked today near the port of Tesco. New crewmates are needed! I staggered on to land in a handsome manner. “Whurrrghhhh! 8221; I told some passers-by, before being sick. By the gods, I am dashing. I shouted at some local men: “You yar bastarrds! I ate one of them alive in front of the oth...
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An Ode To No One | Captain's Log
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The ramblings of a madman. The products of insomnia (and other stories). An Ode To No One. A Peach In The Night (unfinished). An Ode To No One. A randomly updated page about my one great obsession. You read this stuff, you know. Tell me… what does music mean to you? I love music. Not in the throwaway meaning of the word love – “I love those jeans! 8221; “I love that TV show…” – no, on a real fundamental level, I love. And how about your earliest memory of music? I’ve been listening to Jeff Buckley ...
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Boy Child Chancellor | Captain's Log
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The ramblings of a madman. The products of insomnia (and other stories). An Ode To No One. A Peach In The Night (unfinished). August 5, 2014 · 22:30. Why, it’s not so long after the 2009 criticism over the way young Gideon had handled his expenses: some nonsense about switching which property he’d designated as his second home so he could pay less Capital Gains Tax. It was alleged at this time that he owed about 55k because of this. His estimated personal fortune is thought to be around 4 million...Yes H...
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The products of insomnia (and other stories) | Captain's Log
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The ramblings of a madman. The products of insomnia (and other stories). An Ode To No One. A Peach In The Night (unfinished). The products of insomnia (and other stories). Have a story. This story wrote itself in the wee small hours of one winter morning when I was in a trance-like state from sleep depravation. A Day In The Life. I’ve just woken up. It isn’t pretty. A yawn, a stretch, and the day can begin. Shake off the sleep and let’s go. First, I need to wash. You’re wondering how I look? My hair is b...
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Infinity Delicious | Captain's Log
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The ramblings of a madman. The products of insomnia (and other stories). An Ode To No One. A Peach In The Night (unfinished). In which squalid conditions are observed. Boy Child Chancellor →. August 5, 2014 · 19:40. All through the night, the haunting call of the Cabin Boy sounds. I am afraid to roam me own boat! In spite of me stomach’s protest and me subsequent bountiful vomiting, I have summoned more rum. MORE RUM, ARRRR. And perhaps a sandwich; a nice sandwich… I realise I haven&#...8221; I bellowed.
