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this is awesome

excerpt: Random Clarity

…”The fire was hot. That’s how my hand originally felt it, in what my brain stated to be the understatement of the year. For some reason, I immediately realized that this was the first time that I had ever had my hand truly injured. It’s strange the thoughts that go through your head right as panic clutches at your heart and the blooming cloud of agony numbs your mind. I was glad that the pain was bad enough that I couldn’t even feel it. Because when I did, I knew that I would probably not be able to think about anything but my hand, and not the people burning it.
So, clutching my left arm to my chest as I backed away, I leveled the .45 right to the center of the inferno spewing towards me, and fired as I dove to the side.
I was rewarded with a sudden, jerking halt in the flow, and used this opportunity to put a few more shots in the same area before I rolled to my feet and tried to get out of the rapidly crumbling building. Sprinting toward the door, I heard just how effective my shots had been as a high whistling sound announced that I had punctured one of the propane tanks on my assailant’s low-tech flamethrower. The ensuing fireball slammed me forward with a feeling like a combination NFL lineman and falling bonfire, crushing the flimsy screen door in front of me even as the edges of my coat caught fire and my head snapped forward into a relatively soft snowdrift.

Just before I passed out, I had time for only one thought. Master of tact and wisdom that I am, I managed to groan ‘God I hate weekends; before everything went black.”

So I went to a Competition for choir…

Veni, Canti, Vici.
Division 1 Superior rating, and on to state I go. 

ghoughphtheightteeau

Pronounced Potato

(that’s gh as in hiccough, ough as in though, phth as in phthisis, eigh as in neigh, tte as in gazette and eau as in beau).

Dear Tumblr

(Or the portion that is following me so far. The rest of you aren’t following me…yet.)
I have decided that I am about to have enough time in the day to begin the arduous task of writing out the book that I have been planning for a couple of years. I also believe my writing chops have finally become adequate for a first draft.
Expect a chapter soon, and possible teasers and excerpts to follow.
This is going to be interesting. 

So pretzel M&Ms

Are kinda pimpin. Good snack, even though M&Ms are an awful snack.