"This here's virgin #bone salve, the stinkin' #perfume of captive love, for sure." The old hoodoo woman's toothless grin widened as she held out the vial in her bony, withered hand. "It'll getcha where ya' wants with that gal, son, don't you worry none about that." #vss365

Don't ask for help much, from anyone, really, but I've decided to ask for opinions about my writing style, and from people who know. Thing is, I write everything with strange regional idioms, in third-person, even. Example attached. Does it work? Too much? Sux? #WritingCommunity

"So how do you think things went...awry...that night?" Awry? Jesus. Insane is more like it, a #circus of blood and gore, but Mick wasn't biting. He only sat silent and still. The palms of his hands rested flat atop his massive gut, and he grinned like some evil Buddha. #vss365

#Encore they yelped, but it weren't no show of respect for me or what I done. It were a call to finish it, to do in my only friend in what this crazy old world's come to be. Caleb lay battered on the ground, soaked in mud and wasted. "Sorry, brother." I lifted my axe... #vss365

The tinny hum of #Soldier Boy by the Shirelles wafted from the radio. "Yain't done wrong, Babs." Lon eyed her as she turned away. "He dead in 'Nam and you got needs." She sighed. "I's wrong and he still comin' home." A crack at the door followed the stench of flesh-rot. #vss365

Chinese exports have increased exponentially, Mr. President. Tariffs imposed on U.S. markets spiked a dozen times since, hitting the economy hard. We'd need a good dose of serendipity to get a handle on these people. Here it is, as requested: #Solution 22: the haleovirus. #vss365

It would be rather comforting NOT to know To be ignorant of Or to at least forget once and for all This sobering understanding of The true universal pinnacle of anima The life principle, Its ultimate goal At the end of the solitary journey And #deathly #destination #vss365

Within the narrow space of an alley dwells a somehow conscious, more aware, and much more ominous urban spirit than the average city #street, silently alive and secretive, where even the rats seem in league with the darkness. #vss365

He heard the charging, manic hiss of a high velocity bullet as it bored through his chest. Blood gushed like the viscous fluid of a punctured winesap while the quick escape of the life within him forever froze the image of #Ruby, crimson-faced, as she pulled the trigger. #vss365

If we #argle the reality of the PRESENT compared to our more concrete perspectives of PAST and FUTURE, we find that either the PAST and FUTURE exist NOW beyond a literally nonexistent PRESENT, or that existence in time is pure illusion... #Argle-bargle, baby. :-) #vss365

Manny’s standing in the dark On the court in Tremont Park Waitin’ on a game to play Any chump will do today What you think the punks will pay? Winner goes and loser stays Standing in that freaky dark On the court in Tremont Park “Manny’s Ghost” The #Village Street Rhymes #vss365

Ma were weepin’ at the supper table that day, quiet as an early mornin’ sparrow a mile away, whiles her acorn-knuckled fingers cupped and clawed at her brow, and she hadn’t spoke a single word. She knew we was #skint and headed to the poor house come Sunday morn. #vss365

Gabe lay on his back, ankles crossed and hands clasped at the nape, head resting on the tight denim of a freshly-packed duffel, and he had a spanking new felt Clear Nurtia tipped wide over his forehead to cover his lazy blue eyes from the bright late afternoon sun... #Satsplat

"Doctor Nutzl" Dean Carr sighed, frustrated and worried. "How will we explain young Mr. Lee's catatonic state...the son of our school's biggest monetary supporter?" Nutzl rolled his eyes. "He's touched God via my experimental approach to Absolute #Existential Diminution. #vss365

When the contest began, the smoky-filled tavern had nearly emptied of intoxicated patrons, and the mark, unaware of his competitor's true intentions, had invaded the shooting lane once too often, making it easy for the dart to puncture the true bullseye, his jugular vein. #vss365

Sewn inside the deepest #fold of Lady Westerbrook's tea #gown was a secreted cowl pocket, within which lay hidden the vital wares of her favorite pastime--a 6 inch stiletto, and a ready-filled poison ring given to her by wise-old Nana Mayfield on her sixteenth birthday. #vss365

After a complete Unfollow test, it seems I'm still somehow Following an invisible Twitter account. How is that possible? And what does it mean? Hmm.