July 2010

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  • Memoirs of Geisha – Book Review

    Speaking frankly, I bought this book because of the catchy cover. They say in America ‘Don’t judge a book by the cover’. But that is exactly what I did. I felt when the cover looks so exotic; the book must be worth a try and Lo! I landed up with one of the best books […] More

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  • Book Review: The Guns of Navarone

    Easily one of the best books by Alistair Maclean and by far, one of the best World War II novels.I will try to summarize the plot without giving out much. During world war II, the axis powers have control over the small Island Navarone. This Island hosts the most powerful guns, guns to which many […] More

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  • Book Review: The Fourth Protocol

    John Preston, A senior officer at the MI5 of the British Intelligence system is constantly tossed around to various section by the Deputy head of the MI5 who is nothing but a political animal who wants to secure his position and keep away anyone who is faithful to the current chief of MI5.But as luck […] More

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  • Strings ..

    Strings everywhere.. Purse-strings, which I cannot loosen. Hamstrings, which haven’t been worked in ages. Shoe-strings, I know nothing about. Puppet-strings..hmmm, nah. Puppets, interesting things they are. Wikipedia  tells me that “a puppet is an inanimate object or representational figure animated or manipulated by a puppeteer.” Yes, thank you Wikipedia. My life is a better place because of you. […] More

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  • did you love me

    Brought to you by The little kitten was a cutie but only by looks when I reached down to pick her up that was a big mistake. The cute little kitty cat was wild apparently never being held or petted at all. She turned out to be so mean mean isn’t the right word to […] More

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  • under our noses

      under our noses On July 12, 2010 © Stani. All rights reserved jaw-jaw with the grim one a grim grin in return your time is not now neither is it nigh bounce, bounce, bounce bumping, grinding gyrating in flight of terror? nay, fantasy! had a chat with the man from the DC spoke about […] More

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  • West Side Gangsters:

    Stepping out of the bar lighting a cigarette, suddenly he feels excruciating pain in his kidney. He falls to the ground they search his pockets for money. The punks, asked him, “where’s the white rocks you just bought in the alley?” Faintly he hears foot steps as they run away. The hospital pronounced him DOA More

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  • My Only One

    Poems:  My Only One Tender are your kisses as precious as a rose, It’s one of many reasons why I Love you so. I miss you more than anything this I hope you know. Wanting you and needing you more than you could ever know. I love you more every day, in more ways than […] More

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  • Yellow Jacket

    The cruise to Big Sur was beautiful. Drew and Linda had looked forward to this trip on the Harley they call Yellow Jacket for a month. The beautiful seascapes along the way, waves crashing against jagged rocks, surfers riding the waves made the ride pleasant. They rode through the Redwoods, the giant Sequoias were enchanting. More

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  • Heroin His Master

    Heroin His Master       Gerald can feel his stomach cramps getting tighter. He’s glad for the wealth his Father left him, but, chasing his daily habit is really a hassle. With his fix in the palm of his sweaty hand he heads for home as quickly as he can. He gets there just in time […] More

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  • Non-Sense

    Shhh….listen, listen to the whisperings The murmurs that surround Wait, walk slow, don’t scare them away! What? You can’t hear them? Of course you can’t. You drove them away. But at least read The writing on the wall The obvious, the rest You don’t see it? Hmmm, let’s see And you call me crazy? Also […] More

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  • The Rising ….

    Locked up in the realms of despair, I walk amidst fallen angels mending their wings I would like to call them survivors, but, all that’s left to survive in, is ruins. The fantasy of death calms me to dread; The fear of losing my soul lurching inside; Come to search for me in the hollow […] More

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