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Or to join Jack Kerouac on a trip from NYC to Los Angeles.

Overall a good summary of things we know. About 3.: does putting readers in utter distress with evil CH actually mean the goat has a good heart? About 4.: one of many titles, but the popular votes eventually settled the matter; though you're right about the denial.

Hey, it seems everyone is giving advice, and instead of ruining Tiger's Desiderata thread, I'll make it an entry. WORDS OF ADVICE FOR YOUNG PEOPLE People often ask me if I have any words of advice for young people. Well, here are a few simple admonitions for young and old. Never interfere in a boy and girl fight. Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't. What they mean is they want more money. Much more. If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing. His word isn't worth shit, not with the good Lord telling him how to f*ck you on the deal. Avoid f*ckups. You all know the type. Anything they have anything to do with, no matter how good it sounds, turns into a disaster. Do not offer sympathy to the mentally ill. Tell them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel. You are a terminal fool." Now some of you may encounter the devil's bargain if you get that far. Any old soul is worth saving at least to a priest, but not every soul is worth buying. So you can take the offer as a compliment. They charge the easy ones first, you know, like money, all the money there is. But who wants to be the richest guy in some cemetery? Not much to spend it on, eh, Gramps? Getting too old to cut the mustard. Have you forgotten something, Gramps? In order to feel something, you have to be there. You have to be 18. You're not 18, you are 78. Old fool sold his soul for a strap-on. How about an honorable bargain? "You always wanted to become a doctor. Now's your chance. Why, you could have become a great healer and benefit humanity. What's wrong with that?" Just about everything. There are no honorable bargains involving exchange of qualitative merchandise like souls. Just quantitative merchandise like time and money. So piss off, Satan, and don't take me for dumber than I look. As an old junk pusher told me, "Watch whose money you pick up." -- William S. Burroughs

Punxsutawney?

OK, now is the time to tell you: I added a few typos. Mwah! Ha! Ha! It seemed it was the least I could do to mimic the behavior of the unsavory characters of a terrorist kind you relish in bringing to life. They (the typos, of course) are carefully hidden, and I'll tell you where they are ONLY if you deliver the remaining chapters with Instinct unharmed (go for the dream stuff for 43, Dimitri could have chewed on some hallucinogenic plants as he was in his lair...)

Darn, as if we hadn't enough of one author blasting off nuclear weapons on this site! OK, we'll see where you take us with this one. So far, not too much to comment on, except to say it's a good start. If it doesn't get too gory with fallout and stuff like that.

Try http://dkstories.gayauthors.org/

Didn't Shadowgod solve the problem once and for all?

Nice collection of goat pics, isn't it? I agree, having had a team of hackers get in there earlier on (for one the numerous cliffhahers in FTL). As for the paragraphs, thanks for leaking them. There's enough commas to identify CJ as the author, and I'm glad the story goes on like this. The ghost of G

I just finished Eighty-Sixed by David B. Feinberg. It's funny, and it makes you cry. Great novel about a gay guy in New York City in the 80s.

You know me, I'm usually not the last one to badmouth the goat, but I'll come to his rescue (this time); he needs to encode it in HTML, and then send it to Joe, who apparently is busy at the moment, before it's eventually posted. (Hey! I just wrote a sentence CJ-style, notice the commas and the indented clauses )

44 was sent back from zeta 3 minutes ago.

I had an idealistic vision of Joe so far, the super thorough, honest, serious guy. But auctioning one's BF doesn't really fit this image, does it?

Won't vote.

Happy Birthday! Tons of hugs to you!

I agree with Demetz. Urine being sterile, as long as you rinse properly, it never taints anything and it doesn't smells For some of my friends who have a tendency to pee outside the toilet bowl, I made it mandatory to use the sink. Another benefit is that it uses much less water than a toilet flush. Peeing in the sink is green. Seeing it as gross is all a cultural construct. I'd say you're more likely to add germs by washing your hands or leaving dirty dishes for a while than by relieving your bladder. BTW, thanks to this forum for offering such interesting topics. I doubt I ever discussed them elsewhere, especially in writing...

I just discovered Kyou Karah Maou. This is entertaining and cute, with lots of gay innuendos (to say the least), though nothing serious seems to happen.

This is a very nice poem. Though the line you add as to context casts another light, it would hit the target regardless.

Jack, you're a repressed post-whore. Denial is NOT your friend.

And if you're willing to move east and cross the Atlantic, I think your hourly rate could be tripled, at least.

Stephen Fry also happens to be a great writer. The Liar is a very good novel. Funny and full of angst and mystery.

For those of you who enjoyed this great British author, here is the link to his blog. His latest story, http://nexispas22.blogspot.com/2008/05/finne-geal-lae.html'>F

I read the story. I liked it. Bittersweet but not whiny.

Same as I said for 4,444. Insightful, minding others, cool-headed... Qualities of a beautiful person, both inside and outside.