describing the unwritten
The Colossally Macabre Rock Formation Kiff was touring one day, and in a smallish mid-western town they were booked into a particularly crappy hotel. The bass player, quite to the disgruntlement of the rest, was in a very playful mood and he stomped, giggling maniacally, from room to room on his plateau boots, opening all …
Kiff, the renowned Macabre Squad, were walking down the street in Houston one day. In the houses lining both sides of the southern suburban street, sitting in their rocking chairs on the front porch and traditional blunderbuss on their knees, Houstonian old-timers, on account of their being uninterested in pop music and hence not appropriately …
An inquiry into social dynamics Hendrik was a hipster, though technically speaking, he was not a very successful one: other hipsters looked strangely at him when he tried to socialise with them in the cool places in town and they would roll their eyes demonstratively behind his back. The problem was that Hendrik’s sense for …
klik hier voor de Nederlandse versie Doctor Harrington F. Tracy straightened his square shoulders and let the glance of his steel-blue eyes play like a searchlight over the group of nurses who had been gossiping like a charm of magpies, but were now huddled in bashful silence around a surgical utensil-trolley. “Come on … we …
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