I awoke in an icy-hot sweat. Stupid lousy mediums and their stupid lousy dream-memory-lust. Didn’t even learn anything practical from her, just the usual wishy-washy ghostly bullsh- no wait. The name! Okra. Surely a slippery customer, if he was able to make such a fine dame part with her familial Ring of Ultimate Power. The remainder of my bed rest passed without incident and by the end of the week I was back on the Streets. A man can only stay cooped up so long before he starts thinking he’s a bird, if you catch what I’m saying.

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Fine, since it seems my self indulgent noir nonsense is causing me to hemorrhage followers left and right I suppose I’ll have to resign my NaNoWriMo efforts.

NOT. I’ll just move them to a separate place. A safe place. A judgement free zone where all overly verbose prose is welcome;


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