Subject: flint pileup

From: "Becky Everett" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 06:37:07 +0900

Horse Hines came out quickly on long flapping legs, and openedthe doors behind.
I wish you could have been here, Dick, said the ReverendSmallwood, to hear what Mr.
She clasped her silver mesh-bag and stepped intoher attendant Packard.
He was a small man, with a gray, meanface, violent and bitter.
Ben cried out furiously in a risingvoice.
At the Uneeda, said Eugene, beginning to choke, It takes him twohours to get there. Not where he eats, but where he is eaten.
Heaves the proud harlot her distendedbreast, in intricacies of laborious song. You wont get far in this town, Gene, without them. He took hislong wet cigar from his mouth, grinning yellowly.
To rot away into a flower, to melt into a tree with the friendlessbodies of unburied men.
Have a cigarette, Willie, he said, offering the package to WillieGoff. Thefate of civilization is hanging in the balance. Whats it going tobe like, ten years from now?
Theres good money in undertaking, said George Graves. They dont get any pay, said George Graves sorrowfully. Large gummy tears rolled down her redcheeks.
The best people in this townare church members, he said earnestly. An Episcopalian, when I go, said George Graves with irreverentlaughter.
Come on in, Ben, said Coker, coming to the door.