"So you think your a hero do you? Well do you? here put on this chicken suit and tell me if you think you're still hot stuff. And get that piece of Sh!t out of my driveway!"

So I, GOD, simply plucked Murdock out of the time loop swatted his arse for going in there the third time this month. It was like a dog wanting to be in the washing machine, stupid

Because the last time we had dead people in the bar, they drank the aged wine and we nearly went bankrupt. They can't taste the stuff and, they don't use money in heaven or hell.

Don't question my logic, it don't know a thing. Would have been, if I had ever existed, the title of my 3rd Treatise of Chronological Mysteries Machina Scadoobus Doobus Do.

Ty the tyger had either been blessed or cursed by the scary hairy fairy. He wasn't sure which. It all began when Ty noticed that he had been picking his fangs with a fairy skeleton

Conrad, Barnes, Camus, Borges, Calvino, Ecco. Wait, which Barnes? I can place all those other names but not Barnes. Priscilla Barnes? (You just saw the third nipple.) Otherwise, I

brain shrinkage. The memory loss was contagious and ate away at the neurones that held the historic information. Before she forgot anything more she needed to

Rest assured I will find it a brief home in my wallet where it can use the spider webs as a blanket. If it was money I found between the sheets, however, that money would face a di

inwardly while both hands flew across his keyboard. Best to express his frustrations through his haiku: Metrosexual, follically over-wrought, smooth operator. Being sensitive to

Huddered at his touch because hot cold or cold hot. They were all looking at me expectantly. It was a hard thing to process right then. I seemed to remember an ultimatum was issued

From the dark of my porch I could see the one street light in the town. It was at the top of the hill in front of the school. I could not decide which was darker tonight, the moon

The wind flew at her slowly. She even accused it of being a breeze. Even from her that still stung but her I would forgive. I always would. She knew that too but had promised not t

Early. Before even Killer Doge. Interference in prophecy at this scale meant the Arcane Guilds were crossing covenants to be working together. The High Priestess sent for a novice

Unfortunately, commercials were on a timer, so the "April fools" disclaimer was cut off by ads. But the people of Earth took the asteroid news with an "Eat, Drink, and Be Merry" at

y application for your permission? The game of life is played with real lives, but this is no game, and I'm not playing. Shuffle and cut. Is this your card? I walked away. Things t

But that is interesting that you brought that up because, as far as we can tell, that is only one of a hand few of events that always happened whether you ever existed or not.

He did, however, wake up a tabla rasa, again. He worked out the senses quickly. Boundaries were still in flux. What was Touch and what was sound? Pleasure came up quickly as well.

Wife #5 just rolled her eyes & said "You're credit limit is pegged on the platinum card. I bought a Lamborghini." Dr. Drinkingstein's clone said "Are we done playing Doctor, Dr.?"

I am trying to give nothing away but the truth might as well smooth the path that lies before me. That path will be dead to me. I will spit every time I hear it's name and twice on

Not shuffling papers agrees with your complexion as does that mote. It is a huge blind spot preventing you from seeing the real you and how complicit. The end of the line bears no