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Enrique Iglesias, Hero
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The Book of Carrot
Book One: Principal Virtues
Chapter One: Love is a battlefield
Episode Two: Love hurts
Audience: Adult
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George, John and Hachi waited at the Cretulescu Palace entrance of Cismigiu Park. Anca was meeting them there. Anca’s cousin, Cristina, and one of her girlfriends were waiting for her at La Biblioteca – the last karoake bar in Bucharest.
John was doing things on his tablet computer. Hachi was sniffing tree trunks. George was bored.
“Whatcha doing?”
“Mixing some video of Hachi for his blog.”
“How many subscribers do you have now?”
“One million – more or less.”
“That’s EPIC! One million subscribers. You’re up 100k in a week!”
A scene from Chapter 1.7 in Book of Carrot, my novel about the end times. READ it here http://wp.me/pbg0R-aE
Notes
In this pic, Hachi (sporting his aerodynamic trim) is seen through John’s K-9s. This is a few minutes before John meets Sammy the Spam, the park policeman in Cismigiu Park. Hachi is a chow chow – just sayin.
Excerpt
Sam wondered what the guy’s name was. He wondered where the dog’s blog was at. He’d find out and maybe he’d get someone to hack it.
Stupid poodle, he thought to himself.
Who likes poodles, anyway? Poodles are a chick dog. Poodles suck. Dudes with poodles are fucking loosers.
He looked around. John and Hachi were out of sight.
“Fucking Loser!” Sam shouted.
Fan Art
Media: Digital Art and Photography
Artists: Madalina Cristea and Stan Faryna
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Grace, Max and Lumi reviewed the different footage of the incident as captured by the K-9 units. Eight videos were being projected simultaneously on the wall of the living room of their Sanctuary apartment.
They hadn’t gone down for dinner. In fact, they had missed lunch as well. They just weren’t hungry. They all felt a little dizzy, a little sick to their stomachs, and they had headaches.
“Everything is different now…” Grace said as tears flowed down her cheeks. “We only have each other now – this is what’s left of the world. This is it! Things aren’t going to go back to the way it was…” Read the rest of this entry »
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Forty Acres of Pristine Paradise – Mule Not Included
05 July 2023
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The B52s, Rock Lobster, started to play in John’s ear set.
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John woke up. Cristina was sleeping; her head rested on his shoulder. He played his social messages.
Ok. Playing Social Messages from 04 July 2023 from 4:58 am in reverse order.
Bucharest Herald
A Belgian student has sold her virginity in an online auction for the equivalent of £45,000. The 21-year-old named only as Noelle put her body up for sale on the Amsterdam-based Yantra escort girl site in March, the Daily Mail writes. link
Jar
There is no objective reality. There is nothing outside of you that doesn’t come from inside you. You always get what you are looking for. Everything is subjective. So what are you creating? Hell on earth? Or paradise?! You own paradise. It’s always been yours. Read the rest of this entry »
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John paid the daily pass at the entrance of Cismigiu Park next to the Cretulescu palace. Hachi was pulling at the leash – he needed to do some business.
They walked down the steps to the swan and duck pond. Looking around, John didn’t see any park guards, so he let Hachi off leash. Hachi stopped to bark at a flock of black swans making a commotion. Then he ran past the long line for the spring and disappeared.
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“K- Message to Steve. Dad said that he’d love to do the speaking engagement. You know my account. Catch you laterz.”
“Ok. Sending message to Steve.”
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“Incoming call from Zach…”
“Unc!”
John heard a commotion on the other side of the call. It sounded like cows, chickens and pigs. Read the rest of this entry »
Hope and despair will be mistaken for each other. But, in fact, despair is the opposite of hope. It is a vice that stirs men and women to terrible action. Murder. And not just sometimes. Because despair pleads with us to explore the empty promises of gluttony, greed and all the other deadly sins. By any and all means necessary.
Because the road of hope is longer than the legs of our pride, folly and wicked designs.
Some will mistake a road of despair for a road of hope because, for most of us, the roads wind together in our braided journey. The former is a violent and noisy road. It is a dark, angry and lonely road. That road of despair is paved with the unevenly worn and broken cobblestones of envy, jealousy and bitter disappointment.
The road of despair wearies the foot, cracks the heel, turns ankles, stubs the toe, and consumes our feet with dust and painful reminders.
Max and Grace missed their shots at the bare-footed man. Missing just didn’t make sense to them. They were all good shots.
“WTF!” texted Max and Grace!
“Tough audience!” observed the bare-footed man and laughed.
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Zach and Eree lifted the barrels of their shotguns. At the same time, the bare-footed man lifted John off his feet and heaved John toward Eree.
The bare-footed man threw the bloody tanto at Daniel’s feet and pushed the barrel of Zach’s shotgun to the side as it went off. Daniel yelled out as the hot salt shot hit his hand as he reached for the tanto.
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Motorcycles were getting around the burning wreckage. Lumi, Max and Grace gave cover fire.
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