Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you were going all the way. Kurtz got off the boat. He split from the whole fuckin’ program.
And me? I was off the boat the same time as Kurtz. Sure, I’d been obeying orders, but my mind was gone. I was in fields of green and clover. With milkmaids.
Oh man, those bullshit milkmaids”¦
But I had a job to do, and there would be no welcome, supple fingers pulling on my teats when we got to the end of the river. Only charcoal briquettes.
The barbecue ”¦ the barbecue.
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That was brilliant!
The website’s pretty cool, too. Now I’m doomed to spending time thinking up catchy titles instead of my regularly scheduled procrastination activities.
Thanks Alenja — yeah, it’s a fun site, and probably great practice for the regular writers. (Many writers struggle with titles, so it is nice to have one provided.)
What a cool idea. Seriously (I even gave the site a link).
I tend to be really verbose; cramming everything into 100 words must be a great discipline to practice …
What a weird idea. Cool.
That was cool, but now I want ribs dammit!