Michael T Klapwyk

She was such an intoxicating soul, that one.  She smelled of ambrosia and her lips tasted like honey.  She had just the right amount life in her.  An ephemeral quality.  Balanced.  Youthful though wise. Enthusiastic without manic.  You would fall into her eyes when you looked into them.  She would

Milo was a squirt of a kid.  He loved nothing more than to walk down the road with a big ol’ baseball bat.  He was a punk, that one.  And in his case I say that as a compliment.  From his appearance you would think him just an average kid

Please assess the individual in question by responding to the following commands. Please provide a diagnosis of the individual’s emotional intelligence. The individual in question is frail relative to most adults.  This individual is in the bottom 1 percent of all individuals.  Amazingly frail.  Utterly frail. Please elaborate. The

…Anyhow, I do remember that day.  Clear as mud.  Cuz I was drunk off my ass in a bar in Barstow. The Little Amigo. See, there are bars you go into to impress a date.  And there are bars you go into to get drunk off your ass. And I

This is Canned Parasite, by Michael T Klapwyk.