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Archive for June 2008

How Did That Get In Here?

Jun 11th, 2008 | By Leslie Fox | Category: News

Man, that’s a big scary one. Okay, stay calm; we don’t want an accident over this. Turn off the air conditioner and open all the windows, that will suck it out. Okay it didn’t get blown out, that’s alright because it’s stuck on the back glass, I can live with it there. Shit, it’s crawling along the ceiling. Maybe … [continue]



Report: Coffee Delicious

Jun 10th, 2008 | By Leslie Fox | Category: News

A recent study by the RM Institute for the Arbitrary (RMIA) shows that coffee, once thought to be bitter bile flavored pit of blackness that needed copious amounts of sugar and cream to become palatable, is in fact delicious. This landmark study had subjects rate their opinion of the flavor of coffee from one to ten every day for … [continue]



New Writer

Jun 9th, 2008 | By Leslie Fox | Category: News

Many great word smiths have passed through the door of Receiving Me? Most of them came for the donuts. Little Lord Fauntleroy Walks in Shadow did not come for the donuts.  I mean he did suck all the jelly out of the raspberry ones, but that’s not why he came.  LLFWS came here to throw down the words and throw down he … [continue]



Early Morning Rambling Thoughts

Jun 9th, 2008 | By Little Lord Fauntleroy Walks in Shadow | Category: Unhealthy Living

Reflections on driving a cab. Waking up early, like 4 am, the city of Philadelphia and its surrounding environs have a quiet beauty, particularly some of the worst sections. The kind of surreal stillness that the city has between breaths, where just the bones are alive, all the human and automotive muscle stripped away, exposing just what’s left: the … [continue]



Comes a Stranger: Part 1

Jun 9th, 2008 | By Leslie Fox | Category: Fiction

At first he was no more than a plume of dust in the western sky. He could have been an excited mule dear or a stubborn Comanche, but something told me to keep watching the horizon. Out here you learn the virtue of patience the hard way. You wait for the mail wagon and the whisky peddler and then you … [continue]