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<title>A Short Story -- Fell the Devil</title>
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<description>Fell the Devil is a chronicle of a struggling tennis player, his prostitute girlfriend, and her husband who has recently been trained as a Fundamentalist. </description>
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<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2005 14:18:48 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>29 May 2005</title>
<description>Please read the following short story about a tennis player, his prostitute girlfriend, and an al-qaeda network operative and then tell me what you think. I am looking for feedback, negative or positive. Thanks.</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 May 2005 14:18:48 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Fell the Devil</title>
<description>     &amp;nbsp;    “I can feel the devil walking next to me”   
     &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  — One Night In Bangkok , Chess    
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         &amp;nbsp; 
  Desire is what leads to sex, to hard on, to drinks bought, nakedness, to showers, towels, tooth brushing, hair combing, clothes shopping, new shoes, new sneakers, new haircuts, lipstick, mascara, false eyelashes, diets, jeans squirmed into, eyebrows plucked, hair dyed, French kissing, glances over pool tables, on sidewalks, across bars, on dance floors, on beaches, across the aisle on the plane, around the baggage gate, from the back of motorcycles, at the salon, with the masseuse, to teacher, the student, professor, cop, bank teller, housekeeper, right now between you and I, right now a zillion looks are being given—where are the eyes around you?—some caught and some passed on. Here she gives a too studied look, eyes out and open, hair thrown back, and he’s at once attracted and repulsed.   ...</description>
<pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2004 06:36:09 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Fell the Devil -- Part 2</title>
<description>  They walked the white sand, four conquerors, Jeff their leader.  From no higher than the second round Jeff found his game, on the hard courts of the Philippines, and blew through his first title—dropping only two sets in five matches and winning the grand prize of forty-four thousand dollars (2 million pesos). Now, t he girls talked to them, undressed for them, licked lime and salt off each other’s tits for them, went home with them, kept them up all night for them. Jeff had just minted money he’d always imagined, and he was quick to spoil himself. They went to bars, barhopping from one to another, looking for the hottest girls they could and making them into an entourage. He was playing like he was a Don. “So much pussy and only one dick,” he said to Clay as the door girl, one who looked like she’d recently given birth but was still kind of pretty pulled a string connected to the doorknob of a big door. They walked into the front door, through a little passage, then the dark tube opened into...</description>
<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2004 11:53:15 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Fell the Devil -- Part 3</title>
<description>   &amp;nbsp; 
  The next tournament was in a week. He finally got back on the court with Mark--Daisy watched from the stands. She was beautiful. She hardly spoke English but she had big eyes, a pretty face, and great body. The only thing wrong with her looks were a series of scars from a motorbike accident.   
  Mark was surprised when Jeff showed up with a girl. She was on his arm, reluctant to let him go onto the court. Now Jeff was looking up at her as they warmed up. He was hitting extra hard, apparently trying to impress her. His first serve was great, but his second lacked the wrist finesse that allows the ball to really kick up. Mark was able to crush his second serves. And was Mark doing it to show these new eyes his own prowess? Was he jealous of the girl? Of Jeff’s new role as the star?   
  Jeff started to look a little frustrated and eventually Mark lightened up on him.   
  Starting Wednesday there would be his next tournament. He was still ready, more or less, from his win. They could ride...</description>
<pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2002 13:01:02 +0100</pubDate>
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<title>Fell the Devil -- Part 4</title>
<description> 
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  What nobody knew in Diablos was that Daisy married Rainer before coming. He turned into a muslim for her. Muslims rarely turned Catholic but sometimes Catholics converted to Islam. Then he began going to the Mosques. They instructed him in the ways of Islam, in the ways of Mindanao, in the ways of Abu Sayeff, the terrorist group funded by Al Qaeda. He added a second wife—an Indonesian smuggled in from Kota Kinabalu in Malaysia to Zamboanga in the Philippines. Although he had the second wife he still sent Daisy SMS messages asking her to send money and such. He knew she was working near Manila. He didn’t know what she was doing. If he knew, he would kill her—put a knife through her kidney. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;    
   &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He was being trained at the mosque to make SEMTEC bombs, to use remote controlled fuses, to kill a man without so much as a knife. He attended a school. It was funded by foreign...</description>
<pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2001 11:56:14 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Al-Qaeda, good friend or foe?</title>
<description> There&#039;s a lot going on about how bad Al-Qaeda is and what not, but I don&#039;t understand how America hasn&#039;t realized&amp;nbsp;one fundamental fact: that when there&#039;s great economic inequality there&#039;s going to be trouble. I think for all the benefits of the American way of life there seems to be a real problem dealing with economic difference -- see any inner city&amp;nbsp;ghetto for the proof.  
 Terrorists&amp;nbsp;should not bear the brunt of the blame. There are many complicated factors that go into the creation of a terrorist. The way to really stop the problem is not with war that breeds more poverty, but to evaluate and corect the situation that caused poor children to become so enraged as to become terrorists.  
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<pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2001 09:40:03 +0200</pubDate>
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<title>Literary Chaos Magazine -- For Experimental Fiction</title>
<description>   Click Here Now   
 for online magazine 
  Literary Chaos   
 which accepts submissions of experimental fiction </description>
<pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2001 14:59:39 +0100</pubDate>
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