You act as if there existed an iota of equivalency between my death and yours. Your death would maybe put a sadness in the world. My death would destroy the world. Without me, none

That is what weighed on my soul so much. The dead still life looked upon the living room wishing it dead thus rendering it equal to itself. The dead still life never saw me with th

dad had already opened the pub. Fking dad, ha, I liked being drunk who cares what dad tinks? I puled my hood down and ordered a drink. I didn't pay. He lifted my hood up and gasped

'Why do you ask?' 'If we are going to die I want to know who you are' She looked puzzled. 'But you know who I am we've been together for 24 years you know me!' I really didn't tho.

gain. The pub was mostly men, And one very drunk guy grabbed my tits in one hand and slapped my ass with the other. I screamed and one bartender grabbed his ear and dragged him ou

The moment the fasten seatbelt light went out he got up in search of a mile high snacker.

The trouble began when he accused me of having common sense. I snarled back, "It is lucky for you that your sense is common or our Seconds would be talking!" That worked on him but

Let us meet in the valley of Red Meat where the westerns found their El Dorado. Let us run through the then until the past is a balmy riverboat excursion. Let us get naked aggressi

e letter of NO. Bring forth the Aspirant so that he may be Looked Upon by Those Who Know What They Know When They Know It. The 27th letter stepped forward, ice clinging to his nake

The ocean was acutely aware of the fact of his being there. It wasn't everyday that Kevin Stlanduloid woke up on a small wooden platform in your middle. Adjustments would have to b

I will float close to another Immortal and find out from them what happens now that there is no NOW. I would have thought there being a universe was included in the idea of immorta

blue plasticine people sauteed in an eminence front sauce to enhance their luster. Then they would be sprinkled with head lice to add fiber. But really any plasticine people pie is

the corpses of our genocides on every new planet we come to. Soon all the universes will be populated with my clones and I will be a Monoculture not long after. I just call you son

Philip Marlowe waded through the knee high chemical clouds that surrounded the Stygian Fields. He could make out an approaching darkness near where the riverbank should be. Charon.

knew what existed within that luminous, noisy flying orb. That was why it was known colloquially as the blind spot. But though we were blind to it, it wasn't blind to us. The news

you always find out that you died poorly. Damn, magic plaque! We already knew that. Are you also Captain Obvious. We don't want to know that we shit our pants we want to know how.

many things that should scare you. Things I won't scare you with by relating them. No, instead I am going to ask you to scare yourself. Right now. Are you some kind of Stlambuloid?

Not eyestalks exactly. More like tentacles that end in something eye like. Mr. Octopus called out a smooth audible, alerting the marshalls that something was up. Annual Reviews are

but never mentioned it. It had been three weeks and she hadn't once mentioned the new job. He figured he had lost the right to bring it up after not asking about it first.

In a town called Zingsborough (or Edwards, depending on who's mayor at the time) there's a 12-story restaurant. Every floor has just one table, except for the eighth, which has