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I must have this. Now. Like, right now.
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Am I still an author? I don’t feel like an author. To most, 1865 was an eye-opening year. The American Civil War was officially over and the soldiers fortunate enough to survive the bloody conflict returned home to collect the pieces of their former lives. To young Arizonan, Robert Jack, the fateful desert homecoming marked…
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They can stop by my house for dinner. Aliens are welcome at my table.
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I’ve been wanting to try this game for ten years, but it was rumored to be HORRIBLE when it released. Now? People rave about it. I can’t stay interested in Skyrim long enough to get anywhere. Space? Gimme. I hope you and I both enjoy this game. For $70, it better come with a set…
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I was present during the trailer’s world premiere, and I’ve been on pins and needles ever since! Then, Bob Lazar walked onto the stage! THE Bob Lazar. From jet engines to Los Alamos, Bob Lazar’s life is rooted in science. In 1988, he was hired at S4, a secret site within Area 51, to reverse-engineer…
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Jazz & a world NOT on fire. I think I may miss traveling. You’re very welcome.
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I’m in a recliner doing the lazy man’s version of helping.
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IMO, this isn’t a Tomb Raider game when compared to the 90’s originals. There’s too much combat, and not enough puzzles. It’s mainly guns, tight clothing, and stereotypical characters in a stereotypical island setting. Maybe I’m just nostalgic for conic chests and invisible ledges.
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Just once, I’d like to go home and do things I want to do instead of blasting idiots on YouTube. Well, it just so happens that these idiots work around our children. Clean it up, DISD. I don’t pursue these vids; I just throw them out into the public and let them do their thing…http://revdarecloud.comMusic…
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I’m dreading every second of this. I loathe the sound of his voice and the sight of his face. Never have I ever despised a public figure so deeply within my fifty-two year lifetime. Still, a writer writes. So, let’s do this shit. I’m watching the NBC broadcast, which tends to lean a bit to…
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The old-school lock on my cheap library will outlast our power grid.
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Since the beginning of the school year, I’ve seen Dallas ISD PD operate a fleet of “ghost cars” working traffic and (maybe) checking immigration papers. The funny thing is that they can afford these “race cars” and to have officers not in the schools preventing the next disaster. The reason I find it funny is…
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What was your 80’s arcade jam?
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There’s an apartment complex in my neighborhood named The Bonnie. One street over? The Clyde.
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I think I’m more than halfway through the game, but there’s two more games after this. I wonder if all the women spend the game in wet, tight clothing like this one? I’m glad Indiana Jones doesn’t wear a swimsuit.
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it was everyone playing it together. And it worked.” – Billie & Thea
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Here we go again; BS in the background. Some British poon on the English version of French news – that’s a twist – is telling me things my own country’s journalists won’t touch. By the time most of us got the balls to go nose-to-nose with our goddamn religious upbringings, those who merely accepted it…
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Someone brought this to my attention this morning. I know these people, but I don’t find it embarrassing. This is what social media did to already small brains, and this is why Trump is president. The poons are running amuck in small town America. These people are being allowed to breed. With each other.
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I survived the halls and tunnels of Mount Massive Asylum, Colorado…in a sense. Now, I’m the survivor of a helicopter crash in the wilderness of Northern Arizona. As luck would have it, I’ve stumbled upon a religious cult. Folks, this one is unforgiving. When I say cult, I mean it. Rednecks, Jesus, babies, diseased communities;…
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