Over at Facebook, I commented Ed Lynskey's status. His computer had broken down or something and he was thinking whether he should take out his typewriter. I wrote, sure, typewriters generate pulpish stuff all by themselves. Here's an example. It's a beginning of a story I typed just for the fun of it.It goes roughly like this:
She was something I hadn't seen during my whole career. Just pure flesh and yearning. The combination was special to say the least, and I just had to gulp down my bourbon. I would've done that, no matter what. Her husky voice also told me what I'd already expected: she'd bring trouble into my life.
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