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Praise for Tall Tales of Felony and Failure!

Actually, just a comment by my new main man swedgin.  But a positive comment, and such things tend to snowball toward Decisive Victory!

An Outstanding Review!

The best book Mr. Swedgin has read this year!  (I realize it’s only February, but I’ll assume he/she meant the last twelve months.)  I’m sure this implies greatness, and I’ll [...]

Tall Tales of Felony and Failure now available at Feedbooks.com!

That’s right dummies.  Just when you thought this terrible tale was contained, it’s ghastly reach has extended to the eBook-type website Feedbooks.com!  Revel in it, bitches!

This shitty story surrounds you.

This horrible tale now available for your eBooks!

It’s true, it’s true.  Tall Tales of Felony and Failure is now available in multiple eBook formats for your FREE DOWNLOADING PLEASURE!!!

By multiple, I mean two.  For Amazon Kindle owners (and maybe some others), the .mobi format is recommended.  For Sony Reader owners (and maybe some others.  I don’t understand these things.  Get the fuck [...]

Rudyard Kipling – Ulster 1912

The stoic lad who brought us “Tin Fish” also delivered this rousing call:

Oh…. wait a minute, there…  this poem’s about what?

Orange fucker.  You blinded me with your sissy little submarine poem.  I’m like a mongoose, though, and I shan’t be fooled again.

TALL TALES OF FELONY AND FAILURE, a small story of some little trouble

Welcome all to malum.org!  This is Warren Haustrumerda’s official home to the gentle story TALL TALES OF FELONY AND FAILURE, a cautionary tale of lost love and unrepentant generosity, ending (as always) in piracy and death.  It’s available FREE for your perusal as an Adobe Acrobat download and in eBook formats (for those [...]

The Fringes of the Fleet – Rudyard Kipling

THE FRINGES OF THE FLEET

By Rudyard Kipling

FOURTH ARTICLE

“Tin Fish”

1914-18

The ships destroy us above
And ensnare us beneath.
We arise, we lie down, and we move
In the belly of death.

The ships have a thousand eyes
To mark where we come . . .
And the mirth [...]