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Excerpt 9
“Trust me, honey. Forget about his stomach. The quickest way to a man’s heart is through his cock.” Click the link below to get the book for 99 cents. The Gods of Sanibel – Kindle edition by Cook, Brian. Literature & Fiction Kindle eBooks @ Amazon.com.
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AI. Is it legit?
I’m a well-known AI doubter. But just for funzies–yes, that’s a word–I’m experimenting with an app called AI Art. You type in a prompt and the magic of artificial Michelangelence renders an image. Here is my first try using a line from The Gods of Sanibel. Cool? Random crap? Just some tweaked stock art image…
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Every Mouth Down
Zamira motioned her into the circle. “You’re welcome to enter,” she said. Kak stepped carefully over the chalk boundary, not bothering to hide her exhilaration. Zamira took her hand, leading her to the small table where two rattan folding chairs waited in the shade of the umbrella. A small wooden box on the table held…
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Pythagoras Condemned Suicide Because….Math
Of the many principles attributed to Pythagoras, the most securely identified with him is metempsychosis, or the ‘transmigration of souls’, a theory that considers each soul immortal and which, upon the death of its host, enters into a new body. To Pythagoras, the surprise entry of a newly released soul into the ethereal pool upset…
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The World of the Thinking
As usual, Carter set a blistering pace. In less than thirty minutes he’d introduced himself to over one hundred patrons of the bar, inviting each one over to the table for a birthday drink. Each bartender got a brief visit and a generous tip. He ascended the bandstand and made the acquaintance of each member…
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Call Me Zamira
Kak walked down Duval considering the fickle physics of grief and just how she might get Rudy to depression. Even with the progress of the day, she needed a method of speeding up. She saw it on the corner of Duval and Caroline Street. Sunshine Scooters and its fleet of bicycles. Five minutes and fifteen…
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‘…I am haunted by the vivid memories of killings and corpses and anger and pain…of starving or wounded children…’
From the final note written by South African photojournalist Kevin Carter before ending his own life by carbon monoxide poisoning. He won the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for Feature Photography with his 1993 image of a starving Sudanese child fallen to the ground, a vulture in the background awaiting its opportunity for a meal. Carter chased…
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Drunken Philosophers for One Thousand
Carter insisted on moving the party from the Hog’s Breath to Sloppy Joe’s where, in his expert opinion, action would build more quickly. Now, with a quintet called Fleetwood Macaroni rocking the bandstand, Rudy set his pint of Spearfish Amber Ale heavily on the table. He wanted to enjoy the music, stop thinking, but he…
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