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The Two Bottles Of Relish

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  SMETHERS is my name. I’m what you might call a small man, and in a small way of business. I travel for Numnumo, a relish for meats and savouries; the world-famous relish I ought to say. It’s really quite good, no deleterious acids in it, and does not affect the heart; so it is quite easy to push. I wouldn’t have got the job if it weren’t. But I hope some day to get something that’s harder to push, as of course the harder they are to push, the better the pay. At present I can just make my way, with nothing at all over; but then I live in a very expensive flat. It happened like this, and that brings me to my story. And it isn’t the story you’d expect from a small man like me, yet there’s nobody else to tell it. Those that know anything of it besides me, are all for hushing it up. Well, I was looking for a room to live in in London when first I got my job; it had to be in London, to be central; and I went to a block of buildings, very gloomy they looked, and saw the ma...
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The 'Battle' Of Omdurman

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Blood understood the Native mind, He said: 'We must be firm but kind.' A mutiny resulted. I never shall forget the way That Blood upon this awful day Preserved us all from death. He stood upon a little mound, Cast his lethargic eyes around, And said beneath his breath: 'Whatever happens we have got The Maxim Gun, and they have not.'  Hillaire Belloc, The Modern Traveler . 1898, The English army lost 48 dead. The Mahdist forces suffered 12,000 killed, 13,000 wounded, and 5,000 captured. Not one of the Mahdists attacking the Brits got within 50 meters of the British line. "A mere matter of machinery" is how Winston Churchill described it. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/61521/61521-h/61521-h.htm And so their soldiers we are told Were made of men both brave and bold Now dead - face down, stiff and cold While Progress marches on.
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The Crooked Man

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“Professing themselves to be wise, they became fools… who changed the truth of God into a lie. . . for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature:and likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the women, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly . . .” –St. Paul, Romans I. HE SLIPPED INTO A CORNER BOOTH AWAY FROM THE dancing men, where it was quietest, where the odors of musk and frangipani hung less heavy on the air. A slender lamp glowed softly in the booth. He turned it down: down to where only the club’s blue overheads filtered through the beaded curtain, diffusing, blurring the image thrown back by the mirrored walls of his light, thin-boned handsomeness. “Yes sir?” The barboy stepped through the beads and stood smiling. Clad in goldsequined trunks, his greased muscles seemed to roll in independent motion, like fat snakes beneath his naked skin. “Whiskey,” Jesse said. He caught the insouciant...
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Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets

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 Beau and I were out on the bay, not fishing but just enjoying the afternoon.  I had never used this type of boat before, and it had a good outboard motor.  I was delighted to be on the water with this most excellent of cats, I was very happy to see him again.  I was petting him and rubbing his head when he put a paw on my leg and said, 'I'm cold'.  That's when I woke up and remembered my darling kitty was gone and I had been dreaming.  But I sure enjoyed seeing him again, I miss him terribly.  
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A Very Distant Mirror

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 Me and my grandmother, Jewell Bogan Davis.  July 19th, 1980.
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Death And Springtime

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Putting Mingo to sleep when he got sick was not a hard choice to make.  It is hard living with that choice.  I loved him very much and I will always miss him, as I miss all my loved ones.  It is lovely outside, I am facing Little Bay as I write, and it is all over sailboats and watercraft.  The seasons used to last forever.  All possibilities were endless.  The day would last, well, all day.  But I was never happy.  I take refuge in my drawings of talking animals, and even I realize that I am not up to the mark.I read a lot but nothing like I used to.  Adventure is no fun if you are aware that you could never join in on it.  Without dreams life is dull and arid.Yet I walk outside and it is so nice to have such weather.     See you at the bridge, Mingo.  First posted April 1, 2018.
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Jack

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  Jack is an uberbizarre webcomic by David Hopkins. It is one of the most reviled on the net.  I think it is worth looking at. https://jackrabbit.thecomicseries.com/comics/715/ #content -start Jack, a rabbit, is the embodiment of wrath as well as the grim reaper. To say the least this is a very strange story. This is the best of it, he should have done more like this. The mainspring of the comic is Heaven, Hell, Judgement and extreme violence. Rape and torture are common. I think Mr. Hopkins could have done much better, judging from the above link. Oh, well, he gets noticed in spite of the wildly uneven artwork and writing. In other words, many say that Dave can't draw comics, but no one can say he didn't. This is one weird comic.
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