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January 27, 2007

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Good god, I hope that's not the Michael O'Shea we know...

Aw, come on, I love hardboiled prose. And incomplete sentences. And don't get me started on those dangling participles. Hubba hubba!

I think you need to write another book. You've got too much time on your hands.

Reading wingnut prose is well known to destroy brain cells.

Eet was a weekedly seemple story.

Eet steel ees.

SNUFF Radio station becomes accuser, blogger gets crucified, SNUFF Radio walks.

Brentwood the stage then, San Fran the stage now.

But thees time, the play, she ees different.

For now ees the time for ¡The Wrath Of Spocko!

¡Dah-dah-Dahhhhhhnnn!

Pulp writing is my favorite. However, a little campy writing goes a long way.

There is no civil war in Iraq. There is no sectarian war in Iraq. There is a power war in Iraq to see who rules - and how.

A power war: I begin to understand.

write like they wear their 18th century wigs powdered in the purest cocaine

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this just makes me want to smell their hair.
(the knack of writing is in the details)!

It was a dark and stormy night.

Suddenly a shot rang out!

And they lived happily ever after.

It's Puffy Bill!

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