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Written By: John Grey Damn barking dogs to hell. Infect infuriating neighbor with a plethora of nose warts. Show some whiners what is really out there to complain about. Give way to my inner primitive man.

Written By: John Grey It’s merely a cerebral cortex connected by synapses to thousands of neurons.

Written By: John Grey Flashlight under chin, his face is a ghost  and at such a young age.

Written By: M.D. Smith IV The GPS flickered, chirped like a dying insect, and went blank. Eric laughed and kept driving. “It’ll come back. It always does.” Shirley didn’t laugh. Southern Mississippi had thinned into something older and heavier.

Written By: Pam Avoledo She has an edge inside her skeleton poking out from her ribs. It appeared after she coughed and coughed for months.

Written by: Norman Goodman “I’m giving away a Yamaha VMAX. This is not a joke. My younger brother Marko died on it just a week ago. Nothing in life would make me happier than for this infernal machine to carry yet another careless soul to death.”