A curvaceous, jet black, aardvark-like vixen puffs on a cigarette while perusing the contents of a refrigerator, which includes a fish spurting water, a slab of meat topped with birthday candles, a cyclops turkey sandwich… and possibly a corpse. Welcome to the world of Jamian Juliano-Villani — an overstuffed, hyper-saturated flatland full of toxic leftovers, robust bosoms and exploitation of all shapes and sizes.

Love my babe!

Sometimes I think about other people who are considered stupid. Given derogatory names by society in general, is it justifiable?

My personal philosophy in life is simple when it comes to levels of intelligence. It is based on the fact that I am not as intelligent as I want to be. I may know things that other people do not know, or I can do certain feats better than others. Still, I feel the inadequacy for having lesser knowledge. That’s why I continue to explore and study.

Often, we can be mean to somebody who we feel not up to our standard of comprehension. Before, I was guilty of such cruel behavior. (Well, that was up to that moment I heard the word uttered to me directly. It was painfully clear that the word hurts.)

Will it be fairer to say to someone that, “I know something you don’t know…

With his East Coast accent and tales of living in New York, Jay Shaw stood out when he moved to the tiny farm town of Marsing, Idaho.

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But he was friendly enough, even helpful, to his neighbors, and they never suspected him of having a dark secret.After about a decade of living the quiet life of a would-be cattle rancher, his past closed in on him one day in 2011 as he was negotiating a purchase of hay near his 12-acre ranch. Massachusetts authorities had caught up with him, more than 16 years after he disappeared.

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His real name was Enrico Ponzo, and he was wanted on numerous federal charges in a racketeering indictment, including the 1989 attempted murder of Francis “Cadillac Frank” Salemme, who went on to become the boss of the Patriarca crime family.

One summer evening, Sasha was wondering what to do. Her mom suggested she go for a walk. She took Sonny, her dog, and they began to walk through the woods. Sonny lead the way deeper and deeper into the woods. Sasha didn’t mind, what else would she do? Though she had this eerie feeling something was watching her, she looked around and didn’t see anything, so she walked on.

The two friends kept walking, stopping occasionally to let Sonny have a sniff of this and that. As they did so, Sasha saw an owl, but didn’t give it a second thought. These woods were a big part of Sasha’s past. She and her father used to go on walks, until he passed away three years ago in these woods. He was stabbed, but no one knows who or what killed him.

Veering off the trail,  didn’t worry Sasha…