Pongo Pygmaeus

Andaw I am wrestling with the skin of a mango when the intercom goes. The video screen shows a large man in security armour yawning. I am about to fuzz over the intercom that I want to see ID when I notice the parcel under his arm. So they sent a knight this time. Three seconds, a deep breath, and then, just as I see him cuh and reach again for the button, I buzz him inside.

Zoom In this issue, readers share their worries about Idolmorphism, the disorder that experts are claiming has contributed to tragic events such as the recent stabbing of Maren Gilligan

Miffy They're gone. I boil the kettle, barely registering when the steam scalds my hand as it rests on the spout. I think I say fuck. Or maybe I should say fuck and I don't.

Casenotes it is all smooth surfaces that's the first and the main thing you notice gritless grainless colours that blend without dramatic leaps chosen for their proximity to each other beige spills into white to buff into pale pale pistachio in the same way, the voices tightly reined speak to you in gently undulating inflection volume constant or close enough to upset only dogs and this one lady up the corridoor who on the hour waddles speedily down the hallway towards the lounge with her knickers round her ankles she smells of sweet tobacco as she passes she looks like a flasher penguin her face is a picture of zen they take her in arms and lead her back again knowing that she will be back in fifty nine minutes I suppose she knows that too since she comes so quietly with the orderlies though she doesn't know how to use the bathroom and if you try to speak to her to ask her not to do it again she either looks blankly at you gets irate at the mere insinuation or starts crying and snotting and slapping her own face because here everyone else is too polite to do it for her

Longwave 1771.1 In a few moments, we'll be speaking to none other than Kella Prewitt about her debut novel "Microscope, a thriller in which the main character, an actress named Prin Fedena, finds herself sucked into the seedy underworld beneath the glitter of fame. The press release says it draws on classical myth as well as the author's own experiences, in order to give a cautionary tale and helpful advice for those who would seek their fortune in the entertainment industry.

Dr N. Quellar M.D. The subject had risen early that day and gone immediately to the recreation room, asking for her paper and safety pencils. She had been told the previous evening to expect a visit from Insa. In the three hours between breakfast and the meeting, she had drawn twenty pictures of young women in different positions. These images were shaded lovingly and with a professional hand, the cross-hatching mimicking real shadow precisely. Such detail had been added that the absence of any facial features on the women was surely no accident.

Andaw I chicken out of brazening my way past security in broad daylight, and beep myself in after hours. The hospital is dark, and it smells like any other Hospital. Disinfectant squared. You'd think, given the price of the place, that they'd be pumping Pixx Gratitude through the ducts as a continual streaming reminder of money. The wards are dark, though the hall lights stay blazing in case of fire. A glance at the wall map reveals twelve possibilities for Maren's lair. I feel like a groupie sneaking backstage to blow the singer.

If I were listening to all this, I’d want to know what I did next. I’d also slap myself on hearing the answer.

Channel 22 Thanks guys. Today’s guest taleteller is none other than the star of new thriller “Skin Bitch”, Ms Hellin Fova! Glad to be here, Popun.

Pila

Casenotes (discovered beneath subject's mattress) Rocket pack. The only thing missing from my back. We'll go up through the asbestos tiles that sprinkle sleep

Miffy

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