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ENOUGH SAID!
Articles by Bing Limousin
It sounds almost like some kind of Gothic Fairytale: The youngest son of a poor farmer goes out into the world to make his fortune armed with
only three things: a knife, a pouch of salt and a bag of bones
Musical Tunes, Tattoos, Security of Literary Notions and the Contemplation of 'Why': So I ask her, Doc said, “Why? What’s the deal?” She was a young girl maybe not yet even sixteen. She gave her name as ‘Iron-Butterfly’. He later learned her given name was really Brittany…although the name Iron-Butterfly appropriately fit her appearance.
Trains and the Lessons of Seasons: There I was, probably not even ten years old, riding that unforgettable train. They say about life that if you hang around long enough, have sufficient life experiences and garnish some kind of worldly wisdom in your tenure, you soon enough come...
The Law Firm of Possum, Possum & Possum By nature I’m a peaceful and compassionate man-sort of. If asked to prove this in any court of law, my best defense might be depositions from critters whom I have assisted in the past; critters that I have put my own life in near peril...
The Bus To Heaven and the Sound of Angels Barking "Of course we would all be naked", Shepp stated, so anybody who might wonder if he hadn't thought his idea through would know otherwise. He went on to qualify his premise; that a naked soul is not like a naked human body-thank God for that!...
The Duct-Tape Generation I have a fear that someday a group of young people will come up to me with a look of agitated anger and snarl, "Thanks for screwing up the world for us!" In defense I might try to claim, a la Billy Joel's ‘We Didn't Start the Fire', that...
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