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HNMNBM Party

Wonk said, may I ask your gorgeousness a question, what is with the HNMNBM sticker on your Polaris?   What does HNMNBM mean?  Where do they come from, who is behind it, earnestness bouncing off the walls of the lodge, courtesy of the frenetic young man. So far, all I know is you and Gloria are associated with it and you are both very interesting people. He rolled the "r" in very to accent the word. Yolanda smiled between half closed eyes, shrugged. I was at a party, invitation only, they were sitting on a table; I grabbed one. Nobody there really needed an indoctrination, we were there because we could see our country spiraling down into a strongman government at full tilt; just didn’t have a label for us. The political power in our country was concentrated on a shrinking ruling class that was fully aware dinner was almost over and someone was going to get stuck with the check. The were caught up in the #ME movement, grabbing money fast as possible, but th

The sudden icing of Hintersee

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The Red Salt Rain Spa in Poipu was doing a booming business. Rich clients came from dry lands all over the world to Euro rain bath. Fresh water, one of the most valuable commodities on earth falling from the sky, running down your body, gently cooling your radiant heat light warm skin. Inspiration for the enterprise came to Jessica while working as a lomi lomi technician at the Lihue debtor prison. Clients would often remark how nice the rain felt on the walk from the steam tent to the salt scrub tables. After she worked enough to pay the bank what she owed, she started her business just a tent on the grounds of one of the remaining beachfront hotels. Business grew until she could afford Red Salt. One of her clients, John Derrigan, from Kansas, loved to talk, loved to talk about water. And today's massage was no exception. For whatever reason, John said, God selected Kauai to be the wettest spot on earth, there was no question of percipitation on a given day, just how much. B

Miss Guilfoyle's door

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50 years later. TEXT: I hate these slow moving cyclones, they dump a pile of rain, but I guess you guys love it. 2 days before we can bring the boats in. Ciao. ENDTEXT. Traveler adjusted his hat to shield his orange glasses from the falling, blowing, spray. Rain was so good, freshwater was one of the most precious commodities in the universe and there's no business like repeat business. In just five years Green Motu Hawaii had constructed billions of liters of catchment and storage space, after all, it was the rainiest spot on earth. Smuglarines would come in after the storms, fill up their tanks and head for the dry lands, break a buck trading, $1 = 1L. Good business, just so long as your not on a part of the island that washes away; no ifs, only when, though it's better now that most of the soil is gone. Resource extraction has been dangerous since the beginning of time; his job as caretaker at Pono Water, was to minimize risk, maximize profits, any questions? S