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...guys stuck here, huh? Want to get back to Taxachusetts? We got a van. Give you a ride." Apprehensively, not yet aware of our savior's religious affiliation, we climbed into their vehicle. Rapid us vs. homocidalslashers calculations spun through my head as the doors clicked shut. Soon, however, I realized that it was my soul, and not my body, that was in danger...

Author: By John P. Thompson, | Title: GONZO WEEKEND | 2/9/1987 | See Source »

...images and words." This is modish nonsense. What becomes more obvious with each passing year of postmodernism is that art's relation to mass media has become an aesthetic blind alley and that only an enhanced sense of the world's concreteness -- opposing the flimflam of manipulation that gets spun about it -- is likely to redeem the discourse of painting...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Random Bits from the Image Haze | 2/9/1987 | See Source »

...bobcat hides. Pogue, a no-nonsense officer with a flair for pen-and-ink sketches, told the poacher he'd broken the game laws. An argument ensued. Though Dallas claims Pogue started to draw first, the jumpy poacher blasted Pogue with his .357 Ruger Security-Six revolver, then spun and nailed Elms. He finished them off with a .22 Marlin rifle bullet behind the ears. After dumping Elms' body in the river, Dallas hauled Pogue's body about 80 miles southwest to Paradise Hill, Nev., and buried it in the desert...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In Idaho: A Killer Becomes a Mythic Hero | 1/26/1987 | See Source »

...Ivan wasn't promoting efficiency--he was promoting himself. He was able to know which number the ball would land on before the roulette wheel was even spun. His competitors were simply playing the odds--as far as we know...

Author: By William H. Berkman, | Title: Getting Away With Murder | 11/26/1986 | See Source »

...Like what?" At that very moment, a loud explosion rocked the airplane. Flames curled around the starboard engine and the air was sucked from our lungs as the cabin depressurized. As the plane spun towards the ground, I realized that this might be my final descent. I also realized that I had left the hot water running at home...

Author: By Jeffrey J. Wise, | Title: Numero Uno | 10/29/1986 | See Source »

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