Director John Wu: “10 percent Reacher, 85 jackass 15 hey! That droopy cartoon with cattle farmers? Propaganda.“

“Please,” said the JAG turned Warrantless, “your Honor. Allow me to circumvent the bench and approach. Via the dirty word, until the court is satisfied or dismissed.” Schwartz was big about it. Big as I was about the 187 knocked down on to General Article, then buried, with less than honorable intent and a big […]

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M

IsFacebook spy software. Hey. Zuckerberg. What group is too powerful for even you to oppose? A. Saudi bin Laden group. B. United States Marine Corps C. Mrs. Zuckerberg (tell her “hi!”) D.

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Take two

Dearest Taya, I’ve been thinking. What does Condelezza Rice think of the Syrian Civil War? Gadaffi adored her; George W. Bush knows how to pick them. In 2011 she said Bashar al Assad was “no friend of the United States,” has that changed and does MsB have a vested interest? They are valuable trade partners, […]

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Thought.

Why would someone burn apparel of the Nike. The Nike. Goddess of victory. She’s already arrived. Would they suspect she knows nothing of power? Speed. Fire. Ridiculous. I always have fire; as any good …uh, supporter of people against hypothermia. Let’s be honest. I wanted to drive the Marines car. As the fury. What do […]

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Thinking of you.

And how words matter. It’s not until phonetically, you realize how amazing wind talkers are, and how patient they have been with us as Americans. “Ah.” Good. Food, says me the author. “M.” Food. “Er.” As in eating. “Kuh,” or any sharp “k.” Fire. Word start. Americans. And of course the lovely Ms. Kyle.

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Walls

Perhaps one should consider America’s military strength. Logistics. Being capable of moving that much material under an Administration with an executive that has that much experience in constructing great things is the best way to fight the universal enemy: famine.

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Cyberterroism?

To the men and women of the Academy and West Point. Your shortcomings are only documented as you are students, you are aware more training means less bleeding in war, whether you accept your commission or no; your contribution thus far by admittance alone is remarkable, the potential astounding. We, with our right of franchise […]

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CENTCOM

“The Military disasters which overtook Germany during the late summer of 1944 must have convinced even the most fanatical members of the National Socialist party that, nothing could stave off defeat and that the best that could be hoped for was a stalemate.” -James Lucas, Kommando With 7,000 troops being withdrawn they would do well […]

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Dearest Taya

The hell if I know what happened. Oftentimes, when looking at string theory, you feel you have the attention of everything and nothing simultaneously, other times you hear of far superior theorists telling others to “To have fun out among the stars.” Then, when I recall there are 7.2 Billion people on this blue marble […]

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Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 03 of 03

Careening down Interstate 80 West, my father, Paul T. Black knew he was being followed. This was in the decade known as the Ninteen (sic) eightees, and back then, when you lived in the Bay, commuting to The City you essentially drove to work by driving, one car length space at a time, his carphone […]

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Silent Stories at a buck, fifty decibels DOLBY 5.1 THX am/fm radio ISSUE 01 of 03

“Hey, you are listening to KFRC. And the man, Rob Black, and Simon Bee, have perfected their aneroceter.” Dad. He looked up. “and those two? They are closer to taking over the world than before, Chief.” Jay, his Assistant Chief Engineer, at KMEL 106.5 FM opened his elaborate black, all leather trench-coat with a flourish. […]

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Green Fairy

“How much.” Boy. Sounds like something I’d send to myself, or my accountant would send to me. “Now, you are headed for the drink.” “You sound like my doctor, and my caddy.” Wait! “Bob. Drop.” “Do I look it.” “A stroke.” No. “Scouts are for balls.” I’ll sell the cub, and the boy. “You two! […]

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Glory Road.

“Hero. You must fight.” “Him!” “Yes.” “To?” “The end.” “Or?” “We die.” “You are?” “Serious!” OPINION: Not only to I condone it where legal, I don’t, nor have I sports gambled when posting screen jabs to to social media. EULA’s, and smartphone operating systems, resolution, etc notwithstanding, are impossible to fully comprehend without a non-parole […]

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SUPER MACHO-MAN

What. The. Fuck. “Seth was lost. All was! The detailed rolled away, after a warm goodbye from Elizabeth and there it was, two with a grudge. Uber?” Write you congressmen. “1000 Elephants, Andrew McNabb declines on all accounts, politely speaking well of his countrymen and Queen. This

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Cubby whole full of “How kindly dumbed down does your neighbor have to be, before you listen. To. Words.”

No, hers is a politeness extended to this gutter thing. Listen?Simon said, after watching the film “Speed,” knowing I wanted to drive “I’d be under it. Robert”ID.me says: “He knew which side of the wall. Before it fell! And is excellent at photo operations. Those are the most difficult strong endorsement for uh, yes. Second […]

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He was once said to have “Come into the position of [DCI #11] under questionable -nonsense! The question was when do we commence work

The youngest Naval Aviator rescued? I’d wager he know the fear of God put into one and many secrets or ultimatums did what he believed was right for the Nation and owned retirement. Nothing endeared me more to his legacy than politely wonder if his wife’s name, or his shorthand for it, God test her […]

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Listen! You remember? ‘Atop a pile of gold and Alamo Heroes,’ well- wait! Don’t tell me. Steven? No, no, no, sedge-wick?

“No,” I said, this monkey on my back, “it’s Ro-” “Don’t tell me,” he said, “man.” “Captain Porkchop! This Marine has no idea if this is those sick bastards humor, or death warrant. Mine!” “What’s on his house!” The next tunes, said Clamato. Hey, brah! Someone else? Has a ‘vette

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TBC

“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning, soldier.” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty rocks. “And […]

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It’s Wortg it. CKFF, I shan’t burden my own credit or my beau with a grand wedding

As she’s the best at planning on, and I think I can contribute speaking on issues she … “Dear God. You know I am serious in my intent. With Taya, but haven’t made actual physical contact. You know my PTSD, and how I enjoy adding laughter to all things. Please, God. Bravery and tact and […]

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Unforgiven. Dreadnought.

The tank roared to life. Tearing through a game a chicken, crossing paths between mobile howitzers amid their 155 mm high-five, excited their big brothers were speeding toward destination unknown. To bring the hate. Someday, they’d grow up and be just as fast. Faster! Another elevated handshake. Skin replacing repellant as a crew served slapped […]

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Doing it Well.

“Now, Marines. Sailors. Why we exclude them with open arms let us never forget the value of reallotting fiscal concerns of the Departments of the Air Force. Army. Sacrifice those West Point kids in our absence as a token upon the alter of sorry not sorry. As they are bigger, and out number us! And […]

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BOWMAN: The Only True Way To Kill Something Silent at Distance

“Quiet. Lookit Terrell run! Hah, Ronnie. Look! Chickenback.” DISCLAIMER: Bowman comes. Men, leave. The compounded. Interest? Republic. And Palerider actual, swervin’ sleep jerks behind him. “Palerider works hard.” “He’s not dead.” “Not hard enough. Crusader, Palerider-1! Come in.” “Rodger. Send it.” “Confidential medical data, make it fast we’re gonna plotz in this boneyard!”

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Dearest Taya, I know I may’ve bullied my way into your life more than by friends and acquintences

But mine flaws you don’t share, chair cumbersomeness you don’t have will never make me less find flaws not creating intolerance, but a callous against time and foggy memory won as I’ll never face that way for spite and but beat, heart and quarternote toward yours, remembering the glow today.

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You didn’t expect to swim! Marine Corps. spirit, and preen your new gills.

“I am my Brother’s Keeper, and us all, Marines. Send a thirty-one to WDI. Let Mickey Sleigh ’em this year.” “Tots.” “Then let’s wait on those squids!” Nut 2 butt. Privates! Full Bird? “Then let’s wail on those squids!” Shower. Qual 4. Half as many down. Repeat week. Swim week. Heaven presents heavy-hat’s swim week. […]

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The Commandant enjoyed his bet, wager collected and three meat pockets en route home, avalanche and firearms discharged by others celebrating in their stead. Deer!

“In reality, no-incident liberty indicates the Secretary is building a DoD of great magnitude. Brawling is constant, with little or no troop discord, putting my ass on the street for my pizza box of tailgate is fair, as his conduct was above, and beyond reproach, and a Marine in uterine hadn’t Peggle. Ed. Let’s give […]

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Nintendo! Since …?

Been picking domain, this ‘un. Phil. Well, at least since 2016. 2011. No. Earlier? There are millions of Johnston’s. Prolific? Profit. Prophe “Frederick Way.” Papa Frank was so queer, he went pro. The Government gave him the entire league. “I shan’t do a bit, I need to pre-truant.” Hey! Said Frank. Nice to meet Tommy! […]

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Dearest Taya, it’s not a reference, Hamilton or a 1 and or 0; it’s suspended by not-Future Batman and you, not in all regards but efforts and attempt.

Dates do not have to be set or forget ever, regret! Never have I felt like all the time is left for you. Me? -rlb PoSt-script: think about the offer, reply if contact. If or inclined

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I’d get her coffee, then? Ask if the corporate board would not press charges or wanted them

I will be as crass as I care to decimate google’s Babel fish from Trek II and as vulgar as I want to teach parents animation is neither norture or nature and polygamy is no substitute for clandestine traditional love in the divorce prone world this “app” developers have made in lieu of successful hearts […]

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How Do You Win a war, Soldiers. Part 1

Video: No-one’s fault, but the Gunny would want …this bird rebuilt; CAD and bolts, Marines! Devilpup. Self-correcting and or indictment/Captain’s Mast: “A great read, purchase “Lone Survivor,” by Marcus Luttrell at fine booksellers. For his own kin, seeing as they raised him right. Hi, Mrs. Luttrell! Happy -oof!” Right-Hook: Grey. Reiterted! Strong, a flurry of […]

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1000

Dearest Taya, I mean every word and not only would I take it well and with lesson, a rejection from you would be just as sweet as any other goal, a speaking tour to stocks. Semper Fidelis, Robert Black

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ke.

“Slow your roll, you two. Black, you were never a Soldier.” A tear would have formed, had we not simultaneously inhaled. “Save poppers for go-time!” We moved forward, Jayson walking in the infuriatingly confident yet appearing-to-me complacent stride of a Chaplin in I-80 with no traffic. Open lanes and nobody to cross a lapsed madman […]

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Savage.

“Boy,” I narrowly respirated, three striped shoes nasty and ill-advised, “this is a long walk. Huh guys! A long one. Isn’t it?” “Richard Bachman,” said either Jayson or Tyler, “and that’s a warning soldier.” “Strong reiterate!” It was the other. Tyler. Who drew, and placed fire down at my feet, the deck kicking up dirty […]

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Sierra Echo Tangoe Delta Echo Papa Tango Hotel (Explicit)

HMS is His or Her Majesty’s ship now that those perverts are ousted let’s examine United States ship banter “Did I tell you about the ocular patient lady I penetrated; sexually?” “What of her?” “That was good for us.” “Sex?” “Thank you.” “This rack is hot with sexual and radioactivity.” “I believe you just did.” […]

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Hunter

“You want to buy yellow dog. Yellow dog 5 Bills. And 100 round barrel magazines. Yes. Forty-five caliber Automatic Colt Pistol. MacGregor clan of Scotland, honkie. This is chess, not checkers.” -Apple Inc. surmising Blackkklansmen while Spike Lee suck starts RV, or recreational vehicle

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Not only am I aware, Olde English is infereior to Mickey’s champagne

I care not for the reigning monarch, nor your delightful naming conventions! The Hero’s Journey ends, and just because he was once inside you, does not mean we can debase an authoritative regime! Our structure. Is perfect, and no-one loves that young man, -not Kyle- all of them, (see: The Mother of All Terrain models) […]

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Sunvalley

It’s the emotional charge. You can always tell. When you look up. You can see it, in the designs of the ceiling lights. Sure, you can talk about how human beings are designed to see something shining, to find clear water, or eveolved to taste salt. “But the east bay,” I mutter to myself, “that’s […]

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Compatriot! In Soviet Russia, Cuba’s allright. Why?

Because. Communism works. In a very, very small community. An island, preferably. Pictured: IS OBAMA SUBSCRIBING TO THIS PERIODICAL. THE FIRST GAY PRESIDENT II Bay Area News Group was reluctant to admit, they didn’t get the best of it. “BABE/s. Excellent!” I could drown you, in ladies and rogue hynea hounds. BAAD/s. “Bogus.” Tyler and […]

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Dear Taya, You. Universal, with the exception of Paramount’s Great Marine world, Vallejo. Kidding! You’re my Miss Sunshine. Mr. Arkin? I’dpay to see a judge officate that teacher’s little pagent sister. “I’d pay for a night with Jennifer.” Peevey! I will throw you right out Miss Mabel. “I think I need a helmet.” GREEN

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Exchange.

“Hah! Backed by the Emirates. If you don’t exchange these, then tomorrow I will return with another group of Veterans!” Was I speaking to Santa Claus? Hey, private escort. Secret Service? Must be. “And! We, that we will only speak Deutch. To their leaders vengeful scheme its going to rain like cats. and dogs!” I […]

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We’ll bee right back

I had a flash back. Universal City and Barbarianism. Boo! Wait, I said, on record, and aloud, that’s not me. Dear Taya, Ive bern busting my ass this morning but thanks to more compact devices and networking it looks and feels like ive been faux-dealing drugs TI-86 all day, calculas books makeshifting a creel, moonlighting […]

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The battlespace is conquered, please. Call back Ba’al. The Mister! Huah! Fight. Flee. Or die

The Minister perished shortly of heart failure thereafter. Dear Taya, I’m much like Michael Scarn and Holly, a dork who qualified for the cup and can be overly silly. To a fault, as two voicemail gags attracted broadcasters who soon will face the chsllenge of besting the hundred meter rule. Not another. In all seriousness, […]

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Jokes will have to wait. Twitter rejoin in 3…2…1

“Tell me more,” said JSOC. “Well, sir.” He didn’t know how to begin. “It malfunctioned. The Poseidon Arch.” All dead. “The point of that section. Others will be along.” “Mo, sir. Double-oh.” “Boy, we are dark.” “Ring it, ringley.” Once annapolis had finished their gooch, we went as Marcinko, selling grenades in the stands. We […]

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Dearest Taya I know this may be a bit from the nether and unknown yet hopefully not yet unwelcome

Actions speak more than eloquence stood against all and familiarity, any familiarity would unhamper any discussion conducive to aims befitting us both, but know its not for trying and the actions to come are not maliciois and earnest in aims, time is against me at the moment. Soon, nothing unsavory more will unfold. Like a […]

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Go, Pack. Go! Go, Pack.

Dearest Taya, I’ve never been to Green Bay. But I’ll always remember Favre’s longbomb late in his career, “it fell out of the sky ladies and gentlemen!” Like I’ll always remember “Jeez Laweez,” in your book, ’cause i say it, too. Except, “Jeez Laweez kabottle kabeez.” I’ll remember that cat owes me fifty. After NLCS. […]

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PUNISH II

You. Owe. Me. Zuckerberg. “Hi, Mrs. Zuckerberg!” I say, chipper. “He is,” I continue, “that son of a jerk! Okay. Muah, he should be nicer to your side of the family. Mother-in-law.” “Hey,” says Mr. Ed, “at least someone has a Horse.”

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Nomad.

“Fine,” I yelled, sounding just like a bitch, “I’m going!” Simon said nothing. “I’m going to play Turbo-grafx 16,” I said, concluding, “sweaty.” Dad landed. “Simon. Other Simon.” he spoke, greeting them. “I’m putting a hard deadline on this as it’s so out of theme.” “But dad,” Simon said, “dad!” Duckman was on. USA Network. […]

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Soup For Cans

I remember. When I saw the tablets? It was on television. It was the first time I’d ever seen animation of that type. In fact, according to The Book of Mormon, I presume, it is the worlds first “animation,” and when I saw it summed up or surmised on “South Park,” I knew three things. […]

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State your name

When I was that age i fell in love- with make a wish in Disney. One bear jamb. AMERICAN BEUATY “Hi. I am a Marine, queer! And the only survivor.” “I smoke. Kent’s.”homer TAKE 2 When I was that age i fell in; love with another make a wish in Disney. One bear jamb.“

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Dear Huntress

I know. But the Hunstman has sea duty. I have to catch this man. I have to catch this These. All of POLICE CALL.I’d never have the fortune to choose the likes of me Searching for two among three One a mated set for life the other A friend A hand to hold One to […]

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