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What am I doing with my life? I ask myself this question, and I have no answer.

This book represents the final chapter in a long creative period. It tells the story of my creative journey, and the end of that journey, using ranch salad dressing and Soviet submarines as metaphors. This story is practically autobiographical, especially the part with the crazed cultists riding on ostriches.

My favorite part, though, is the giant wall of Kirk Cameron movie references which the reader will encounter towards the end of the book.
What am I doing with my life?

I don't know. Was it worth it? I don't know! If one person reads one of my stories and enjoys it, I will be satisfied.

The myth, the ,man, the shadow, the rising wave, the taunami

Khalil is a master of the female body he provides a service to the elite women of the high powered men who run the industry, from tech billionaires to high powered attorneys the women are lonely their men to focused on their next deal to cater to their needs that is where Mr. Tsunami steps in.

Have you ever noticed a moment so small, yet it felt like it could hold everything?

"Time feels thicker here, or maybe thinner; I can't tell which. I hear the faint echo of footsteps I didn't take, words said in a half-remembered dream. My hands rest on the table, fingertips tracing invisible lines, and I feel the pull of a thousand small beginnings, all of them waiting quietly for someone to notice."

I've been sitting here working on things basically all day, drinking my coffee. A smoky scent hit me in a moment of hesitancy - It reminded me of my father. I was drinking the coffee out of an old mug of his that I have held tight for over 20 years. I know he's here with me, guiding me, giving me courage to share my writing.

Matronly
Objective
Talented
Hopeful
Energetic
Radiant

The toehead boy cries
Panting collie finds broken glasses
mama goin be mad
wet nose
Slobbery kisses comfort
Mama appears in the doorway

sees boy
sees broken glasses
Mama scolds the boy
Boy cries
Mama hugs the boy
Boy smiles
Mama’s hug heals
Dog pants