Category: Lize
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Thought Vomit #85: ft. The Teeth And Nothing But The Teeth
The laying on of hands has come in for some criticism from so-called scientists recently, who believe that without empirical evidence the phenomenon has no real merit. Well, what their instruments can’t see, the eyes and soul can. Kevin is a psychic dentist. He claims that he can perform orthodontic procedures through a mixture of…
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Thought Vomit #84: ft. The Land Of Nod-vidosk
I’ve had trouble with insomnia for years now, so the number of quack remedies I’ve tried must number in the thousands. From the tongue of a goat under my pillow, to rubbing myself down with specially developed oils, there’s not a miracle cure I haven’t tested. So it was inevitable that I would find my…
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Thought Vomit #77: ft. Pulp Fiction 8
Chapter Eight Vic Malone could feel the end in sight. Behind him, he was leaving behind a useless and probably corrupt NYPD. So much of what used to be home now stank of something rotten. The cops were in the pockets of the criminals who were in the pockets of the lawyers who were in…
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Thought Vomit #76: ft. Pulp Fiction 7
Chapter Seven Vic strode back into Police Headquarters under very different circumstances from when he was last here. As the sun blazed in through the giant stained glass windows, casting colourful, almost Messianic light all over him, he looked at the awe struck faces. The entire department had gathered in the huge reception lobby, as…
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Thought Vomit #75: ft. Pulp Fiction 6
Chapter Six Her Majesty’s NYPD Police Headquarters is situated on Sunset Boulevard. It’s a huge imposing Gothic building, designed by Nelson Rockerfeller as a gift to the crime stricken city. Massive, ugly and intimidating gargoyles belched their evil tongues out at the criminals, and within its innards the finest boys in blue did their level…
