Mikako

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Damian, soaked and haunted, collapses into the 黒豹 submarine’s mess deck as Mikako, a 2125 robot styled like an alley café girl, watches with cold curiosity. With police drones fading and the AI’s cryptic warnings blaring, is this salvation or a trap? Dive into this wild escape where loyalty and chaos collide—read on!Continue Reading

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Damian Holt roars down I-70 East in a biohazard-tagged Escalade, AR lenses glowing with obsession. Paradise Valley fades, Manchester’s decayed streets loom, and a deadly dash awaits at 1107 East 16th Street. Inger’s rejection fuels his grip on a 1975 pocket knife, bloodlust simmering beneath the surface.Continue Reading

Toddler Trump, Tanks for the Birtday

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The Woke True Folk toss me mock-worthy grenades, but Trump’s outdone them with the Trump Military Parade 2025—a Soviet-style circus for his 79th and the Army’s 250th. Tanks roll, helicopters buzz, and Doc Holiday the dog struts while Cheetoh Satan brags it’s “better than ever.” I laugh at the dictator vibes, but the real joke? A $25 million ego trip that even Mao would envy. Dive into the full takedown at worldofwebb.net—subscribe for more satire that bites!Continue Reading

Squatting Aint Homeless

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Dope Fan cribs, totally chill, hide gnarly vibes. Damian squats in Inger’s pad, rigs Charlie’s gear, streams easy—40 hours of MMORPG grind, yo. Black Hand Coffee fuels his chill with Bunny Ayu, but Tala’s comin’ Continue Reading

Not a Real Writer

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Real writer? Oh, please. I’ve spilled more ink in 370 posts than most ‘major house’ darlings do in a lifetime. Writing’s not about some fancy imprint or a bookstore shelf—it’s about the grind, the words, the stories that hit harder than a troll’s ego. You think a logo from Penguin or a display at Books-A-Million makes a writer? Nah, it’s the fire in the keys, the late nights, the raw truth bleeding onto the page. Keep your gatekeeping, troll—I’m out here building worlds, one post at a time.Continue Reading

Damian aka Herbert Leslie Glickman

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And then the wall between tangible truth and fantasy blurs. Characters I write about pierce the veil and traverse the haze. There is more to the amputated finger found in an abandoned Escalade.Continue Reading

Monument Avenue Mansion

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The sun rises for the living. It never sets for the dead. And the beat goes on for those left behind. Death, though, punches a hole in the fabric. There is an empty place where Charlie (Charles Harrington, 34) used to be. He didn’t own much. He didn’t leave aContinue Reading

Balzac Press logo and icon by Microsoft CoPilot

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Honoring my brother TJ on worldofwebb.net. From BBQ feasts to literary dreams, his spirit lives on. Share your memories of him 💙#InMemoryOfTJ #TJsLegacy #BBQMemories #RideOrDieFriend #GriefAndHealing #WorldOfWebbContinue Reading

an angel in shinseki Highway 95

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Things happen on Highway 95. It’s a lonely road where losing things isn’t hard. Charlie’s been down Highway 95 a time or two. Charlie hates conflict. When he feels it coming on his face squirms like a toddler with a dirty diaper. So he can be cajoled into helping beyondContinue Reading