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Walking around the 7th in a bit of a
daze, rue de Bac toward Babylon, it occurred to me the handicap
of living beneath an impoverished account of what goes on. Thus,
novels, plays and a few stories in progress can be found herein.
Well, actually, I'll only include cryptic sections that have fallen
out of my own novels along the way, for obvious reasons. But what
underlies the story behind the stories - that is of much greater
interest to me and from what I will choose to share in this way.
That and snippets from items I am reading of late that lend more
of what I believe is missing in the greater scheme of our more or
less questionable endeavors to this point: context.
contact Alan Flurry
 coming soon.
Pondermotive Noise
What once was lost, now is found: Sects in the Afternoon.
If Wilde read Zola, then why wasn't Picasso afraid
of the Nazis?
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The companies admitted no wrong doing.
The only right thing to do was unthinkable.
If I buy the car, I won't be able to buy food.
We will feel better with him behind bars.
The mortgage can be extended to fifty-five years.
I'll take the car. The blue one.
This kind of dining experience will be new to our city.
Spiralina-algae-extract vitamins. For dogs.
There used to be only two or three in our school, now it's more
than half.
That record changed my life.
She didn't give a damn about him or the kids.
The road should be wider in case we get a prison, later on, down
the
Her new Easter Sunday dress. And shoes.
A revolutionary breakthrough in cosmetics.
Fights tough, greasy oil stains. Like muddy mud. And dirty dirt.
Adjusts easily as shown Here.
Down from the parking lot. That insurance company. Next to that.
Yeah.
Don't come home without the dry-cleaning.
They think they own the whole damn neighborhood.
With the deductions plus the interest, we can live there, but not
eat there.
The guards and their families. Visitors will need somewhere to stay.
The original people who settled there.
In twenty years, no one will remember what happened.
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