Month: July 2009
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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…
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Thought Vomit #74: ft. Pulp Fiction 5
Chapter Five “You have the right to remain silent.” Harry was reading Vic his Miranda Rights, which have to be read to every criminal when they’re arrested. It guarantees them certain rights. As if criminals HAVE rights. “You have the right to an attorney present during questioning.” Vic had never read a criminal his rights,…
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Thought Vomit #73: ft. Pulp Fiction 4
Chapter Four The broad was a corpse in Vic Malone’s bed. Her fixed smile of sexual lust from the previous night’s love-making was skewered with a bow and arrow. Vic Malone’s bow and arrow. Vic stared at her with a fixed stare. Had he done this in a fit of orgasmic rage? Of course not,…
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Thought Vomit #72: ft. Pulp Fiction 3
Chapter Three An extended moment of pure silence. Silence that sounded even louder than loud noise it was so silent. Vic’s Cherry Bright Red GM Ford Chevy 1957 Mustang had hit the slightly inclined planking square on, inch perfect, right down the centre of the baseball plate and into the stumps. That was how good…
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Thought Vomit #71: ft. Pulp Fiction 2
Chapter Two Vic slammed the door of his cherry red Ford GM Chevy shut with a slam. He loved this car. It was just like him in many ways. Muscled. Grizzly. With flared wheel arches. Just like Vic. An American icon, from a bygone past. A relic some might say. Like Vic, who some people…
