i see photos of a lot of dead writers on these walls. got any living ones? i have a story to tell that could win one of them a pulitzer. picture this, if you will. a small town in maryland, a sleepy little village, within that a hardware store.
i've seen much worse.
the brush-off.
ah, come on. they deserve it. they love you, they hate you, they're hot, they're cold, they're high, they're low.
but you don't have a really superb idea! well, there's a girl from my hometown you could write about.
she likes to dump grooms right at the altar. they call her "the runaway bride".
she performed the travesty seven or eight times. right at the altar she turns around and runs like hell. bolts.
she has the next victim all lined up. she's twirling another body on the spit.
imagine if you will, a small town in maryland.
"to be fair, the man-eater isn't exactly new. in ancient greece, this fearsome female was known as erinys, the devouring death goddess. in india, she is kali, who likes to devour her boyfriend shiva's entrails while her yoni devour his -- dot dot dot, never mind. in indonesia, the bloody-jawed man-eater is called ragma"