L’uomo Rotto_Israel_Child of the gun_Can you hate something that doesn't exist?
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L’uomo Rotto
“Hey… pass me that man.” Turk’s voice was as low as his eyes, whispering and scratching to speak. Johnny’s eyes moved slowly across the room to Turk’s. On the way, he couldn’t help but notice how slow it felt like he was moving. He could see the blur of the dark room smearing across his retinas, which curiously made him feel like he needed to slow down even more. He sensed his balance was off, so he thought it best to continue sitting. “Dude…” Turk’s voice came again. It sounded like he was down the hall. That made Johnny even more curious. What was Turk doing down the hall? I should just ask...
Israel
I came here today to interview Israel Eichmann. If you know anything about genetic manipulation, you have certainly heard about Mr. Eichmann. He is not only a renowned geneticist, but a wrestling fan, and the only person I know who has spent the last twenty years attempting to organize a professional mud wrestling event. When I heard, what sounded like an absurd story about a man of science being involved with what appears on the surface to be a lark, possibly to distract from the intensity of having been a prominent member of a team responsible for cloning the first Shark to be intolerant o...
Child of the gun
Gunfire went off as bullets rained like snowfall and all that could be heard were the pops, bangs and the frequent groans of men who had been shot from either faction. The floor was dusty red as the splatter of bullet shells, gunpowder, and blood stained it. all I could see was a spinning room as I covered the bloody gaping hole from my side that I had just discovered before I coughed up blood. Then I realized I had been shot. There was a tingling feeling before the pain felled me and once my head hit the floor, all I saw were glimpses of Iraq, dead bodies dropping to the ground. I was back in...
Can you hate something thwww.onedoor.ccat doesn't exist?
“What do you mean you don’t believe in a Creator?”“What do you mean you do?”“We came from something.”"Exactly, something, not someone."“No, you’re not getting it. There’s a Hand above us, a Hand that created everything.”“Lies. It’s called the Big Bang.”“It doesn’t make sense. You can’t tell me that the stars above us, the cricket singing, the beating heart within you, were all created by some random explosion. Think about it: from the minute you believe in the magic of a greater being, you recognize the magic all around you.”“You sound stupid.”“Thank you for the compliment.”“There is no God, n...