Paleface Hoodrat as a Bond Villain?
Cracked Pottery Curated and Available for Inspection on the Third Rail
© 2019 James LaFond
DEC/22/19
Thank you!! Will def be enjoying this [A White Christmas, or the Tao of Broke-Ass Rasheed] over the holiday.
Heres the link to the show and rss feed, will be uploading the video to bitchute tomorrow if you want to embed anywhere.
Thanks again and merry christmas sir, was great having you on!
-TRS Engineer, apparently a Frankish Mercenary in service to Rome...
I would like to thank Big-Head Borzoi, also His Spectral Excellency and the TRS charioteer for their help.. and I think there was another man onboard, but the sorcerous vices had my mind addled and I apologize if I missed anyone.
honor among men
menthol rampage
songs of aryas
by the wine dark sea
let the world fend for itself
when you're food
barbarism versus civilization
advent america
the greatest boxer
logic of force
broken dance
cracker-boy
into leviathan’s maw
on combat
logic of steel
the year the world took the z-pill
masculine axis
predation
fate
the sunset saga complete
ranger?
america the brutal
solo boxing
the greatest lie ever sold
time & cosmos
book of nightmares
the fighting edge
taboo you
wife—
fanatic
fiction anthology one
night city
thriving in bad places
dark, distant futures
blue eyed daughter of zeus
within leviathan’s craw
song of the secret gardener
the combat space
sorcerer!
the gods of boxing
winter of a fighting life
orphan nation
your trojan whorse
all-power-fighting
son of a lesser god
z-pill forever
under the god of things
triumph
hate
the lesser angels of our nature
on the overton railroad
the first boxers
James,
Thank you for appearing on the Third Rail, your contribution was unexpected and welcome.
I had not heard of you before, and as of now have read little of your work, but housing the tortured soul of a writer myself, I believe you have inspired me to finally conjure a blog so that I have somewhere to put my writing outside of my notebooks and facebook posts that nobody sees.
Having a blog might also inspire (or force?) me to create more, if there is a chance somebody else might stumble across it.
I typically only write during inspired bouts of mania, but I know that I can write outside of that rare condition, if I could just make myself, somehow.
I think I've been a writer-in-denial for a long time, but I recently became unable to contain my enthusiasm for a woman I quickly found myself romantically involved with, and the conditions were such that it naturally led to me writing her a personalized poem followed by an obscenely effusive yelp review of her restaurant.
She understandably put the brakes on our relationship almost immediately afterward, but at least I learned something about myself - my mind's eye is brimming with images, and my soul is teeming with words with which I must translate them.
Whenever my world starts to wobble on it's axis and my heart is jostled in it's cage, my insides come spilling out onto a page, dripping over margins and soaking through sheets.
I've basically come to terms, finally, at 36, with the fact that I am a writer. All that is left now is to manifest that identity, and
somehow I think you have helped nudge me into the light.
Thank You.
Scott, when you start you blog, send me a link to read.
Good luck and keep writing, man.
Merry Christmas.