Tag Archives: pulp fiction
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Stacked Spherical Perfection: The Voluptuous Weight of Eight (Cobalt)
Leave a commentApril 18, 2023 by tsk2001
“See what she’s saying?” G asks me quietly. “The very word emotion penetrates.” She puts her arm around me and …
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The Difference Between Art, Lunch and Cleavage (Grisaille)
Leave a commentApril 13, 2023 by tsk2001
He chuckles bitterly. “It makes me think of an art term: grisaille.” Grisaille? French, obviously, but I’m not familiar with …
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Sapphrodite: The Pink Bird Throbs (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 8, 2023 by tsk2001
Then I’m at it again: My fingers, gods you knew my fingers, entire honeysuckle swell forcing a temple longing, purer …
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The Ready Machete: No Time to Wallow in the Myers (Cobalt)
Leave a commentApril 6, 2023 by tsk2001
“And did their legs run away?” “They didn’t get far,” says P with a chuckle. “These 10-inch Kershaws are incredible. …
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. . . as Uttered Forth in the Public Works of Punch Her and What Man (Cobalt)
Leave a commentApril 5, 2023 by tsk2001
. . . “What the fock was she going on about?” Krieg asks sadly. “That was Lucky’s monologue from Godot,” …
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Hey, Rocky, Watch Me Pull a Wounded Ghost Outta My Hat! (Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 3, 2023 by tsk2001
“Can’t say, Miriam. Maybe I’m wrong about it. Maybe she’s got a heart-o-matic transmission with cardiac-control power steering. But you …
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Tomorrow is Another Day for Plagiarism, #1 (Heliotrope/Cinnabar)
Leave a commentApril 1, 2023 by tsk2001
G rolls her eyes, and for a second I think she’s fuguing out, maybe possessed by Nikki. But then she …
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Vincent Price’s Organ: The Blair of Savage Sheets (Cobalt)
Leave a commentMarch 31, 2023 by tsk2001
“Cool, baby.” I turn to G. “Can you fucking believe Kandel is playing the organ? Just like Hank and just like …
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Come on Baby, Light My Faulkner (Cobalt)
Leave a commentMarch 30, 2023 by tsk2001
. . . until, at G’s behest, we head down to the pile of winding sheets, taking lighter fluid and …
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Death Palette . . . . . . . . . 