It’s all a farce, I tells ya. Continue reading Doing Us Slowly
What are we doing at the CIA? Continue reading Casual Drop Reference 1
Heroin from the Golden Triangle was sometimes smuggled into San Francisco in the bodies of American GIs who died in battle in Vietnam. One body can hold up to 40 pounds of heroin, crammed in where the guts would be.
Continue reading Gemstone – The Photostat Dump [Pt. 3]
“There was no conspiracy, Oswald was a lone nut assassin. Get it Lyndon?
Otherwise, Air Force One might have an unfortunate accident on the flight back to Washington.” Continue reading Gemstone – The Photostat Dump [Pt. 2]
I really thought, for a period of some days, that maybe this bizarre occurrence was all just a very lucid dream that had me and the whole rest of the world in its thrall like some extra-terrestrial planet-scale hypnosis ray-gun … Continue reading Apparently That Was Not Just A Bizarre Dream. Oh Well, Moving On Then…
@whiteswine: @WickBurner The Buddhist approach: https://t.co/aYsT8MjN6f @WickBurner The Buddhist approach: pic.twitter.com/aYsT8MjN6f — philip white (@whiteswine) January 10, 2016 Continue reading A Declaration of Justified Homicide, Part 3
@WickBurner: MISSION ACCOMPLISHED ‘Adolf’ has been downed, and the kingdom of flies has been liberated from the nascent tyrant among its numbers. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED'Adolf' has been downed, and the kingdom of flies has been liberated from the nascent tyrant among its numbers. — Saul A'Phaas (@WickBurner) January 10, 2016 Continue reading A Declaration of Justified Homicide, Part 2
@WickBurner: A blowfly has entered my kitchen. I have named him ‘Adolf’. He has been resurrected into this life so that I may enjoy killing him. A blowfly has entered my kitchen.I have named him 'Adolf'.He has been resurrected into this life so that I may enjoy killing him. — Saul A'Phaas (@WickBurner) January 10, 2016 Continue reading A Declaration of Justified Homicide
What a horribly inappropriate title for a blog post. On a day such as it is… Please bear with me. It’s true – I love guns. I also fear them immensely. I’ve had the opportunity to ‘play’ with some guns at various junctures – L1A1, M-9, M-16, M-60, Steyr AUG (F88), blah, blah, blah. They are all marvellous devices. Machining and engineering marvels. Devastatingly efficient at what they were built to do. An adrenaline buzz to hold and strip and clean and re-assemble. And an unrivalled adrenaline super-rush to shoot. But they shouldn’t really even have to exist, for the … Continue reading I Love Guns
The time had come and then gone His task complete, he lowered the weight of the rifle to the ground Heart still racing, breathing shallow and rapid He tried to slow it down, and sucked icy air deep into his lungs It seemed the echo of the single shot he had fired was still rebounding Off cold concrete and empty roads Everything else was only silence As if he was alone in an artificial city Alone with his thumping heart And the numbness shared by his fingers, his face, his ears How much time would pass before they came for … Continue reading Going Dark – An Assassination Tale