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Darrell Vickers – Farting Through Nylon – Chapter Five: Needle-Dick the Bug-Fucker

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on May 28, 2019 by segarini

Five minutes later, I walked into my apartment building with an empty stomach, no food and a big bump on my head.  I wasn’t totally empty-handed though, because Rebecca was perched and ever-lovely upon my threshold.  “Damn!” me thinks, “If only I wasn’t so tired I could make up for the other night’s blood-flow problems.”  But no, I had to be sensible now.  I just needed a morsel of food (Alas, I was morselless.) and some long overdue sleep.

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Darrell Vickers – Farting Through Nylon – Chapter Four: Oishii Oishii

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on May 23, 2019 by segarini

When I finally did get to the office, good old Dorothy was whistling a merry tune and banging away on her computer like there was no tomorrow.  She looked so calm and at peace and happy.  I, on the other hand, looked like a fugitive from an off-Broadway revival of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.  She greeted me like she had heavily makeup-ed men explode through her front door wearing pajama bottoms with a tie and no jacket every day.

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Darrell Vickers – Farting Through Nylon Chapter Three: You Don’t Know What Lonesome Is Till You Get to Herdin’ Cows

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on May 14, 2019 by segarini

On the way home from my business-world triumph, I purchased a bottle of a reasonably potable vintage and climbed up to the roof of my apartment to celebrate.  Kind of a “Top of the World, Ma” moment.  Or was it “King of the World”?  I think “Top of the World” might have been what Edward G. Robinson yelled right before he got shot to death.  That is totally not the mood I was in.  Or so I thought. Continue reading

Darrell Vickers – Farting Through Nylon: Chapter Two Sunshine/Rain

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on May 7, 2019 by segarini

The next morning, as I sat there with all the other vibrant-thread-to-the-rich-tapestry-adding drones, I began to wish that I was just a little bit fonder of having my nose broken by large black men.

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DARRELL VICKERS – FARTING THROUGH NYLON Chapter One Compound Crud

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , on April 30, 2019 by segarini

 

In the epic pages that follow, I will weave a tale of a love so pure and transcendent, that angels will have to dab tears from your soggy cheeks as you read.   Your heart cockles may also become exceedingly warmed, so wearing a non-flammable shirt or blouse is advised.  The majestic pallets of dazzling color, that can ordinarily only be seen on the Hi-Def National Geographic Channel, may seem drab in comparison to the blindingly exotic world I shall paint with mere words.  Prepare thyself.  The powerful, nay, volcanic dénouement that I will unleash will leave you physically drained and emotionally spent.  And you might also want to procure a snack, because once you start reading this sucker, you’re not going to want to put it down. 

Okay, you’ve been warned.   My obligations, as a responsible author, have been fulfilled.

Now we can begin.

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DARRELL VICKERS – CHAPTER TWELVE: RETURN TO SENDER

Posted in Fiction, Serialized Book with tags , , , , , , , on April 16, 2019 by segarini

CULT MANSION:

You could now tell both the Bouchard beauties by the hairs on their chinny-chin chins. Totally fetching in their womanly whiskers, A. & L. closely resembled the two-thirds of ZZ Top that didn’t play the drums. The tender twins continually bussed and lingually thrust as the flap, flap, flap from a Kolibri money-counting machine filled the basement.

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Roxanne Tellier – Don’t Call Me Stupid, Stupid

Posted in Opinion, politics, Review with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 14, 2019 by segarini

Waking up on a Sunday morning to a world without Facebook. Oh my, it must have been at least an hour before it was back on line … such a long … lonely … hour ….  Where were all my … argumentative strangers?

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