miyuru said:I thought Chris = Kobun Heat?
demi said:No.
ckohler = Chris Kohler
shut up gaf
And what is it?enjoy bell woods said:Soon.
Disco Stu said:Sort of.
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/t...103-0819713-4251044?v=glance&s=books&n=507846
Remember, if you don't buy five copies, the terrorists will win.
GaimeGuy said:Are you the same Disco Stu who worked on the quake 3 mod Bid for Power?![]()
aoi tsuki said:i don't even know if Chris frequents the OT, but here's his book:
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:lolMusashi Wins! said:"1 of 9 people found the following review helpful:
A stinging work, like your tongue on a nine-volt battery..., April 12, 2005
Reviewer: Matthew A. Firme "mfirme" (Banal, TX) - See all my reviews
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Seldom does one see writing of such buttery, lingering nuance combined with the cold gut-punch of truth. Yet Orlando has managed just that -- both lace and iron, soothing on a level deeper than most will have encountered outside a good colonic. Orlando's seeming roughness gives way, as he draws for us the portrait of a Master Chief not so sure of himself as afraid of his own addicitions and unrelenting greed, to reveal the soul and feathery wing-beats of a young poet-god. It's tangy stuff, to be sure, yet steeped in a sense of goodness that may well fill the reader with knowing beyond sense, and that oft-sought Deeper Understanding. Here here!"
belgurdo said:In high school I illustrated a children's book for a girl in college (she needed it for a class and lacked artistic skill, so she paid me instead) and told me she might try and have it published. I never saw it in a store, so I can only assume she failed. Oh well.
And I had a few shitty comic strips published in the campus paper of the christian college I attended many moons ago
Michel Foucault said:he was to be "taken and conveyed in a cart, wearing nothing but a shirt, holding a torch of burning wax weighing two pounds"; then, "in the said cart, to the Place de Grève, where, on a scaffold that will be erected there, the flesh will be torn from his breasts, arms, thighs and claves with red-hot pincers, his right hand, holding the knife with which he committed the said parricide, burnt with sulphur, and, on those places where the flesh will be torn away, poured molten lead, boiling oil, burning resin, wax and sulphur melted together and then his body drawn and quartered by four horses and his limbs and body consumed by fire, reduced to ashes and his ashes thrown to the winds" (Pièces originales..., 372-4).
"Finally, he was quartered," recounts the Gazette d'Amsterdam of 1 April 1757. "This last operation was very long, because the horses used were not accustomed to drawing; consequently, instead of four, six were needed; and when that did not suffice, they were forced, in order to cut off the wretch's thighs, to sever the sinews and hack at the joints...
"It is said that, though he was always a great swearer, no blashemy escaped his lips; but the excessive pain made him utter horrible cries, and he often repeated: 'My God, have pity on me! Jesus, help me!' The spectators were all edified by the solicitude of the parish priest of St Paul's who despite his great age did not spare himself in offering consolation to the patient."
Speaking of this, we need more tales of depravity. We NEED them.White Man said:Someday. My fist novel will be like Valley of the Dolls meets Discipline and Punish, except trashier.
Think this except more sex.