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Shawn Jones
I bleed words and put glitter on my butt for colonoscopies.
I bleed words and put glitter on my butt for colonoscopies.
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Good morning world.
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Yep. More ideas.
+Jonah Miller you know I'm going to be bugging you some about this.

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A little first draft taste of Cort's future for #SaturdayScenes

Cort looked around and wondered at the carnage. He’d been ready to detonate his power pack when the oversized shuttle appeared glowing in the green sky. Then its weapons came to life, killing everything living thing around him. The craft burned a landing area as close to him as it dared and descended. He didn’t recognize the ship configuration, but hatches opened on both sides of it and a company of Jaifan Marines fell from the sky to take up station around him. He had been rescued.

A tall, even for his species, male stepped off the shuttle and walked through the circle of Marines around Cort.

“Pledge Father, I am First Flight Officer Tioc,” the insectoid clicked. “Prince Dalek will be very happy that you are are alive.”

Something changed inside Cort again. Moments before he had been a hermit warrior ready to die in one last gesture to the shades. But when Tioc addressed him, he became a leader once again. “Print me a HAWC.”

Tioc was as surprised as an expressionless Jaifan could be. His mandibles became rigid and Cort saw the bladed wings on his back flex. “Pledge Father…”

“PRINT ME A GODSDAMNED HAWC!”

Tioc relaxed his body and clicked, “Your son would not allow it, Pledge Father. You must know the position I am in, having found you alive after so long. If I were to allow you to be harmed...”

Cort cooled. His words became measured; they were almost calm. But a few of the bugs had studied Cort. They knew him. His ways. His temperament. They recognized the menace in his voice. “If you want to take me off this godsdamned moon, you will print me a Heavy Armor Warfare Component suit right now. And a new FALCON. I mean right now, Tioc. If you do not, you will have to kill the long-lost father of your god-prince.”

Cort dropped his right leg back and leaned forward as he drew his sword and raised its tip. He was willing to kill Jaifans if he had to, but he would not leave the moon without exacting his… His Wrath. Not a single Marine moved. They would allow themselves to be slaughtered before they raised a weapon to Cort, even in self-defense.

The warrior in Cort was still alive. Battered and broken, but still a warrior. Still the god of war and facing both his oldest enemy and most loyal ally. Heroc came to mind. The queen of the species that had befriended Kim and made Dalek a living deity among her species. The species had both bowed to Cort in battle and defied him to save Dalek. Now Cort was ready to kill them again. Ares had come full circle.

After long moments, Tioc relented and clicked, “Very well, Pledge Father.”
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I ordered this shave soap from +Dapper Guru earlier this week because, well, rum and cigars, and it arrived today. It smells unbelievable. I can't wait to try it. They even threw a travel size bar into the package.


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I dare you not to laugh. 

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The healthy version of fried fish. Bass coated with olive oil, then panko and dukkah. Broiled in the Pizzazz.
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Let's just make the only healthy meal some kids get LESS healthy.
Fucking idiots.


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My arm is sore from all the casting, but after letting a dozen babies go and turnng my back on that carp, I finally found the right lure and won the weekend fishing war.
Behold the spoils.

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The office for a few days, beause you gotta be inspired. 
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The boy wanted chicken and waffles for his birthday dinner. Challenge accepted because I remember where I'm from.
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