Toasted Dolphin

Then you've not performed the Socratic self-examination.

I want to hate Breivik, but find that I cannot. Not without hating myself.

And that's excacty correct. We all have Breiviks in our souls. find him and strangle him and be good.

"Here. Take your ink up to Mrs Burgess," he said as he dumped a the crazy concoction into my spouted can. "She's a babe, that one. I'd go for her if I wasn't a Dago.. But you know how themn dames are.". And for a brief moment I saw Frankie Marciano holding hands with Mrs Angel Bu...

The first thing you noticed about the uncle of the Champ were his perfect and shiny lain eyebrows. they said determination and vendetta. But they arched a bit, saying love of being alive. "No-one fucks with me," they said. But they never scared me a bit. To me they were about inkwells and ...

"Lemme see it, Frank," I said. And Frank lifted his black tee shirt and showed me again. Tinkling pink wound of a bayonet that had sliced his gut ten years before. "it don't hurt no more. But I'll never forget it. The look on that Jap's face. Wide open eyes and full hate.. But I got e...

When you approached the front doors of Midland Street School you walked across a mosaic in worn white marble. And in bolded black letters, you always noticiced the dedication. "Midland Street School, 1896.". It provoked a certain reverence.little understood but indulged nonetheless. Here ...

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Frank inhabited the subterranean nether world of boilers and coal dust. And on the rough, blackened concrete walls of his domain were taped huge pictures of his cousin, Rocco from Brockton. The heavyweight champ of all the universe. All of them signed, "I love you uncle Frank. Rocky.". Thi...

Sadly, I must admit, that I love the girlies and their little obsessions. Without such nonsense the world would be an even less happy place.