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My best 9 of 2019. A lot of good memories. #2019Best9 #HailState #GoBraves #StateFair #NSPE #MES https://www.instagram.com/p/B6wiNnuhkr3YUR50cyGBX3g3rUQPi2nQeKTJso0/?igshid=y5o3lvprxqw1

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Installation lunch at the 2018 Alabama-Mississippi Engineering Society's Summer Meeting. #msengsoc #ASPE #NSPE #ProfessionalEngineers (at Beau Rivage Resort & Casino)

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🎡Mary Mary quite contrary, We get bored so we get married And just like dust we settle in this town , On this broken merry go 'round.🎢🎠 #nspe #novascotiaprovincialexhibition #zipper #fair #sunset #fairrides #upsidedown #boyfriend #datenight #trurobuzz #trurons # (at Nova Scotia Provincial Exhibition Commission Complex)

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[richardilie]

Novel Excerpt (NSPE)

What Adam feared, was what happened to him after his resourcefulness was exhausted. Not so much in being quieted by Bastille, or thrown off the side of the Plate, but more so in being abandoned by the group completely. A cease in communications was calculated by Adam to be a pain that would be too great to bear. He wasn't sure if it was a set of circumstances he'd be able to push on through. Life since following the barmaid from Les Yeux Ouverts and ending up tied to a chair in a darkened basement had become... Demanding. After the interrogation from Son's of Bastille's Lela and her British associate, Adam woke up in his apartment--which had been nearly completely stripped of its valuables(it should be noted that close to all of his books were untouched, and the few that weren’t hadn't been stolen, a fact which he had been immensely grateful for)--with the sour taste of either vomit, mucus, or some vomit-mucus combination in his mouth and a lightly dressed chest wound which was beginning to suffer from a red leakage and was soon to be in dire need of fresh bandages. As he came to and the blurring of his vision began to fade, he realized his door, which at first glance looked to have been simply left wide open from where he was sitting on the floor, was revealed to be, upon closer inspection, completely gone from the small apartment’s premises. 

As in, no longer there.

As in, it had been as if the door had grown existentially tired with the unfulfilling life it led being a door all these years, came to the conclusion that this whole opening and closing thing wasn't how it wanted to spend the rest of its life, made the conscious decision to unhinge itself, and finally left to pursue a passion closer to its heart. Adam guessed sailing or river rafting.

Soon after that he saw the flatscreen that had been mounted into the wall by his landlord was also missing from its place upon the wall. As was the wall mount. All that remained in the place of the television was stripped paint and ragged holes where the flatscreen's mount had been violently pulled from the wall. The TV, it seemed, had not left of its own volition. And it was at this point that Adam realized he had been robbed. Soon after that he noted the heavy damage done to the walls and floor of his studio, and it was roughly five minutes after that that he came to the conclusion, much like his door had, that it was time for him to move on with his life, and most importantly to a place far far away from this apartment and what would be a very angry landlord who wasn't likely to look fondly on the harm inflicted unto the tenant space rented out to the young Addison.

[richardilie]

Excerpt From My Novel (NSPE)

Len's left leg was crossed over his right and he rested his cheek over onto his fist which propped his lazy head up. His facial expressions were shifting every three seconds into more and more ridiculous and childish forms. One moment his cheeks would be sucked between his teeth as his lips pursed comically outward and his eyes bulged like a fish, and the next his nose would scrunch up in outward disgust for all to see and he'd mime with his thumb over to the rotund man sitting next to him as if the guy had released a heavy row of flatulence. Not content with the level of immaturity he was thus far presenting, he removed his cheek from its pedestal and shoved his fingers into both sides of his mouth and pulled at its sides until all his teeth were bared ahead of him and began quickly snapping his chompers up and down in rapid succession as if he were a large-mawed beaver futilely trying to make its way through a tree too big for him to bite down upon. His wide eyes darted left to right in a cartoonish display of confusion.

"Mr. Len?" A nurse called out from behind the waiting room counter.

Len, with his teeth still bared ravenously, made the gesture of perking up his ears at the call of his name and animatedly turned his head at the nurse; who at the sight of his chaotic visage widened her eyes in bewilderment and stated with reproach that the patient was ready to see him. He returned his face to normality and turned his view back to the small moonfaced red-headed girl who couldn't have been any older than four. Her tears of sadness and possible loss had finally subsided and she was now smiling with vivid joy and did her best to imitate Len's catalogue of funny faces. Sticking his tongue out at her one last time, he rose to his feet, walked out of the waiting room, and--with his hands shoved deeply into his pockets and walking on with a slight forward hunch--made his way down the hallways of sterile smelling death and black body bags of the deceased.