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The Official Blog of dixē.flatlin3. Eat a Dick by dixē.flatlin3. November 10, 2016. Eat a Dick by dixē.flatlin3. And so it has come to pass that our (that is the American) election cycle has ended. The people have spoken and they have chosen a man that most of us did not believe stood a chance at winning the presidency. I could go into this in detail, but it has already been covered ad nauseam. Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better. When the topic of the election came up, he launched into the sad story of ...
I Love the Smell of Leather and Lube in the Morning! By dixē.flatlin3 | thegirlwiththebitchtattoo
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The Official Blog of dixē.flatlin3. I Love the Smell of Leather and Lube in the Morning! August 9, 2015. As I mentioned, I worked in a hair salon, which was on Ventura Blvd in Woodland Hills. Having been enrolled in beauty school since the age of 15, I had easy access to gay boys. And gay boys had always loved me. Perhaps my bawdy sense of humor had something to do with it, but whatever the reason was, gay boys and me have always just gelled. There is no real point to this, other than I felt like writing.
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Crumbling Asphalt: July 2015
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Thursday, July 30, 2015. I'm stranded in an area so rural, so remote, that I don’t recognize any of the product brands on the shelves of the general store (the only. Store). Healey’s Dead Duck. Barbara Lemieux’s Sugar-Therapy. A whole line of Vulture-Stain. Condiments (no relish, but seven different kinds of ketchup). Fibromitosis. Mixed Nuts. Abe Lincoln’s Corpse. Brand beef jerky. Raw Sewage Coffee. Links to this post. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. Sketch by Lisa Carver.
Crumbling Asphalt: 25 Lives
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Monday, August 3, 2015. 25 Lives by Lisa Carver. I'm one of the twenty-five people that were interviewed for this book. I talk about cancer, drinking and suicide. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Good for what ails ya! This book will impale ya! Unwind on the Go! View my complete profile. Secret Museum of Mankind. Cosmic Retribution: The Infernal Art of Joe Coleman. Tagged: literary-fiction and postmodern. Tagged: postmodern and literary-fiction. Grains in the Pavement.
Crumbling Asphalt: January 2015
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Saturday, January 31, 2015. Paquita's Gumballs in A cappella Zoo #12. Captions are for suckers. The party was over, the gumballs gone, and scraps of Paquita’s childhood littered the floor like spent confetti. Some of the scraps rustled when she moved as if trying to grab her attention, others just sat, waiting to be discovered. These were the patches of the past that attracted her most - the cool, still memories. The gumball memories. Links to this post. Get me out of here!
Crumbling Asphalt: Forever Blowing Bubbles
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Tuesday, June 2, 2015. The woman we called Bubble Girl lived with her strange family on the edge of a small nameless lake and sometimes we’d see her swimming. She swam through all the seasons except winter. She wore a black, 19. We spent about an hour splashing in the water and laughing. We used to throw sand at the hovering dragonflies, pretending they were WWI biplanes, making whistling bomb sounds with each hurled scatter of sand. 8220;Any minute now.”. The bubbles kept...
Crumbling Asphalt: May 2015
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Thursday, May 21, 2015. A spare winter sun leached somber gray light into the sleeping world and he looked out at a sky locked behind cold steel, waiting for the first snowflakes to fall. A fearsome blizzard was coming. The thermometer outside the window read 18 degrees. Standing in his kitchen, he could see his breath. Spots of frost decorated the inside panes. 160; . 160; . He thought to himself, Come on, get up there, get. Onward and upward into his throbbing head.
Crumbling Asphalt: Harpo and the Doghouse Tattoo
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Thursday, July 23, 2015. Harpo and the Doghouse Tattoo. Orking on another collection of stories. Tentative title: Leaves from the Smorgasbord. Watch this space for details. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Good for what ails ya! This book will impale ya! Unwind on the Go! View my complete profile. Secret Museum of Mankind. Cosmic Retribution: The Infernal Art of Joe Coleman. Tagged: literary-fiction and postmodern. Tagged: postmodern and literary-fiction.
Crumbling Asphalt: August 2015
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Tuesday, August 25, 2015. Biff cut himself because his name was Biff. That’s what he told his mother anyway. 8220;I didn’t name you,” she said. 8220;I wasn’t blaming you. I’m just saying.”. 8220;How are you going to get a date for the prom with cuts all over your arms? 8220;It’s not just my arms.”. 8220;Whatever.”. 8220;Do I look like a good contender for the prom? 8221; He shrugged. “I’m not going to the prom.”. 8220;I went to my prom.”. 8220;Time for what? I will be appe...
Crumbling Asphalt: Confessions of a Hallucinating Patient No. 1
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Confessions of a Hallucinating Patient No. 1. And there was nothing there. The room was empty. So I rang for the nurse and gave her a hard time. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Good for what ails ya! This book will impale ya! Unwind on the Go! View my complete profile. Secret Museum of Mankind. Cosmic Retribution: The Infernal Art of Joe Coleman. Tagged: literary-fiction and postmodern. Tagged: postmodern and literary-fiction. Darker in the Light.
Crumbling Asphalt: February 2015
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The blog of author Hank Kirton. Tuesday, February 24, 2015. Had been carved into his mind. Forever. He didn’t know that would happen. A seagull screamed overhead. Matt looked up but the dense, dreary fog made it impossible to see anything in the sky. Sudden anguish washed over him and he felt like crying. Instead, he wiped the rain from his face and quickened his stride. What had he done? He headed back up the path and faded into the fog. Links to this post. Tuesday, February 10, 2015. As the sole heires...
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Maandag 17 februari 2014. Vanaf vandaag heb ik een nieuw officieel domein. Jeej, jippie, jahoe! Vriendlief had voor valentijn een grote verrassing voor me. Een tijdje terug had hij al voorgesteld om een officiële website voor me te maken, zodat ik mijn blog kon beginnen. Ik ben daar toen nooit op terug gekomen en daarom besloot hij voor e voor valentijn te verrassen. Ik moest mijn laptop pakken en naar het webadres thegirlwiththebackpack.nl. Mijn eigen domein is een feit! KLIK HIER OM DAT TE DOEN.
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TIPS & TRICKS. Deze trip moet op je bucketlist staan! Op vakantie naar Ligurië. Tot rust komen tussen de bergen in Laos. Dit stadje verraste me. Hoi, en welkom op The Girl with the Backpack! Op dit kleine stukje internet probeer ik je te inspireren, kan je de beste reistips vinden en lees je over wat mij (dagelijks) bezighoudt. Ik ben Roëlle, 21 jaar oud en studente pedagogische wetenschap in Utrecht. Deze blog in drie woorden? Vrolijk, inspirerend en grensverleggend. Great Ocean Road, tips! The Girl wit...
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The Official Blog of dixē.flatlin3. I Love the Smell of Leather and Lube in the Morning! August 9, 2015. As I mentioned, I worked in a hair salon, which was on Ventura Blvd in Woodland Hills. Having been enrolled in beauty school since the age of 15, I had easy access to gay boys. And gay boys had always loved me. Perhaps my bawdy sense of humor had something to do with it, but whatever the reason was, gay boys and me have always just gelled. There is no real point to this, other than I felt like writing.
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Music for the Indie at Heart. A blog completely dedicated to good music. My Life : The Musical. Put your ipod on shuffle. Get your own musical:. White Knuckles by Ok Go. Rhythms by Sum 41. First Day at School:. Here Comes Your Man by the Pixies. Snakecharming the Masses by The Stills. Just Like You - Three Days Grace. Weighty Ghost by Mother Mother (Wintersleep Cover). Words of Love by The Beatles. Lines by Said the Whale. Am I Just A Humanoid To You by Tom Milsom. Minority by Green Day. I mean what I say.
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Skip to main content. Skip to primary sidebar. Skip to secondary sidebar. The girl with the blog. I Am Alive and I Just Smell. So through circumstances completely unrelated to matters of the heart, I am once again residing in the solitary. No need to get into the why and how. Just know I’ve spent the better part of this fall pretending to prepare for a Telenovela audition. Spoiler alert: I’m still white. I am still struggling with the acceptance of my unromantic status, as proven by the 53 episodes of.
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Tuesday, May 27, 2014. Just A Heads Up. Forever Never Land. Have you heard of the Forever Never Land Music and Fun Festival? Well it's a brand new music festival heading our way in September. It's California's only 21 and over, music fest, so you know things are going to get entertaining. September 13th and 14th, Avila Beach, California is going to turn into the party that you've been waiting for. This is the place for you. There are two tiers of tickets - general admission and a VIP package. You can...
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Youll never know me. Sunday, October 4, 2009. Tuesday; january 15, 2008: its back. I never knew what love was, until you set me heart on fire. I never knew that being yours, would be my sole desire. I never knew that life could be this easy, until the day i met you. I never thought you'd kiss me, then take my hand and run;. To a place i never knew could see the brightest sun. I closed my eyes smling, hoping you were smiling too,. But all i saw was the sun alone, and the pain i felt was true. I feel like ...
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