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Good Writing is Dead: Lonesome Jack
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Good Writing is Dead. Friday, 6 June 2014. Shitty little novels collecting dust on a shelf and wasting space. They are there to give the joint an air of class, but they failed miserably. They weren't even good enough for a place in a charity shop backroom or on bonfires. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Other things to read. Whisky, painkillers and speed. Rose - A Story. Slow Down, Set Pace. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Good Writing is Dead: Beautiful Whores
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Good Writing is Dead: March 2013
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Good Writing is Dead. Sunday, 10 March 2013. Robert didn't have much in this world, but he did have work and he did have his guitar. It was more than a lot of other people had at the time, but it still wasn't enough for him. Robert wanted to be better and he wanted to be recognised - traits that were not uncommon in other men. Robert also had a tall tale to tell. That's a mighty fine looking guitar you've got there, Mister.". Mind if I take a little look at it? I'll be real gentle.". I'm tellin' you I wa...
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Good Writing is Dead: November 2012
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Good Writing is Dead. Friday, 23 November 2012. Peaches. I called her Peaches. She always wore tight jeans and Peaches was the only word that would come to my mind when I’d watch her. She never noticed me. She didn't know I even existed. They never do. They never can know. Secrecy is crucial. It's detrimental for what I wish to do. The day I'm discovered is the day that I am finished. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Other things to read. Whisky, painkillers and speed. Rose - A Story.
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Good Writing is Dead: October 2012
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Good Writing is Dead. Friday, 12 October 2012. Another Walk of Shame. The air was thick and heavy and held her close like a blanket, comforting her as she staggered down the road. Her make-up was smeared on her face and her clothes were creased and crumpled from the night before, with her leather jacket hanging from her handbag by her side. She walked barefoot, but was too proud to consider this another walk of shame. She was still drunk. Monday, 8 October 2012. Call of the Wild. Are you alright, baby?
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Good Writing is Dead: Grit Beneath My Fingernails
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Good Writing is Dead. Tuesday, 30 July 2013. Grit Beneath My Fingernails. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Grit Beneath My Fingernails. Locked Up and Broken. A Little Altercation Down at the Bucket of Blood. View my complete profile. Other things to read. Whisky, painkillers and speed. Rose - A Story. Slow Down, Set Pace. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Good Writing is Dead: February 2013
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Good Writing is Dead. Wednesday, 27 February 2013. The Train Rumbled On. The kid's pillow turned hard and cold and began to vibrate, waking him up. Lifting his head, he watched as the world outside blurred and disappeared behind him. Shaking his head lightly, the kid looked around to absorb his surroundings and gathered from the backs of chairs and the heads peeking out from above them that he was on a train. He immediately remembered the trip he had been reluctantly taken on. The train rumbled on.
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Good Writing is Dead: December 2012
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Good Writing is Dead. Friday, 14 December 2012. My faith in love is blind. Not that it matters,. She never shows her face around here anyway. That's if I'd even recognise her. I'm flat broke and blind drunk. So I turn my attention elsewhere. And Lady Luck is looking good as ever. I can always find the time. To a game of cards. I can always find the money to lose too. I won the first few times - got hooked. Lost a game - never looked back. But I'm playing just the same,. I can't see where I'm going wrong.
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Good Writing is Dead: June 2014
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Good Writing is Dead. Friday, 6 June 2014. Shitty little novels collecting dust on a shelf and wasting space. They are there to give the joint an air of class, but they failed miserably. They weren't even good enough for a place in a charity shop backroom or on bonfires. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Other things to read. Whisky, painkillers and speed. Rose - A Story. Slow Down, Set Pace. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Good Writing is Dead: December 2013
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Good Writing is Dead. Friday, 6 December 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Other things to read. Whisky, painkillers and speed. Rose - A Story. Slow Down, Set Pace. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
