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Chaser, No Chaser

My fists are bursts of endless light. My breath is the air that wraps your world like Christmas morning. I am the spark that lit life’s murky catalyst. I am the God of thunder.

Paradise Inc.

The cigarette in my mouth fell down and burnt my new brown khaki pants. It was only the second time I’d ever worn them. It wasn’t symbolic. I don’t believe in that crap. It’s not good for business, or even for personal matters. I sell insurance—or rather, reassurance—and by that, I mean I sell affordable, […]