abruptly, wondering if in this universe he had left the kettle on at home. Oh well, no matter. Parallel dimensions being what they are, he figured he would just peel off his plasti
had been thought out into the universe, casting a pall over the sacred city. But Babaji was determined to make the pilgrimage despite his crooked walker. He knew that he would be
was sitting in a juvy cell all day, so I had plenty of time to read them all. "Cuz I don't wanna" was a recurring theme. Did I really not wanna do that many things? I had to escape
Perfume Shoppe of Beverly Hills. I called the Senate office and asked if Senator Zombie #534 had showed up for work that day, and sure enough, he hadn't. (He never did, anyway.) So
hadn't been his Dieu that had made he thusly. It had been himself because Dieu had not created any monster chefs. Dieu checked his records again. Monsters, yes. Chefs, yes. But no
influence of half the contents of his liquor cabinet at the time, and barely noticed that he had invented cubism. Hemingway's gigantic finger reached down and flicked Picasso out
Both believed in games without frontiers & had the money and cachet to pull it off. Being in her third life means Kiki is really rich. Chipper has hit pay dirt. 3rds & 2nds rarely
new old paradigm of societal ordering outside the constraints of a carrying capacity. Suddenly her head met with a falling bean. When she looked up she saw them taking aim on her.
Somehow, the reanimated hyena slipped up doing Borge & first did a Borges, which produced a night tiger from out of the piano cabinet. Then he did a Borgia & invoked Pope Callixtus
& then rained down upon Rousseau's Sleeping Gypsy who is dreaming Picasso's Guernica but as if was done in his blue period, during which he dove off Parrish's solarized waterfall
