A near sighted plumber named Fyffe
Once made the mistake of his life
He inserted his Link
In a porcelan sink
And a stainless steel drain in his wife
About the Creator
Dean D’Adamo
for me writing is like watching a movie that I create in slow motion. I’ve written three suspense novels, white papers and song lyrics. Also love humor and co wrote a very funny tour book to Italy and a few humorous essays as well.
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Parking Lot
Envision a parking lot with two levels. You and I are with a group of people who are curious and decide to investigate the bottom level. On that level there are many parking spots, all of which are labeled and each label represents the spot where people can park. Each different spot is reserved for people that evidently are discriminated against because of a particular prejudice.
By Dean D’Adamo2 years ago in Humans
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
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