I joked with the ember that they might survive another fire. The joke was on me when the ember did survive the next fire. I can't imagine its pain. I couldn't know. I'm trying too.

I used to a Jan & Dean impersonator. That is until I drove off Dead Man's Curve to shoot a video. There is a reason it is called Dead Man's Curve. Zombies. All humming that damned

corrupted so hard the government just gave up. This is amazing. No more

We now could see that the show's cancellation might have triple calamity as its middle name. Sources were looking for source and not to be resourceful about it. So they weren't.

Let the bastards we're going to be in 500 years try to figure it out. It was the same thing the last time we met, 500 years ago. We're all the same bastards that were there at all

Being as how most of us are now immortal, I think it is time we reconsider putting limits on copyrights. Maybe 500 years. That will still cover all of us and most of our children.

I was the 4th one behind her. When we got to the edge, I assumed there were steps on the other side. I didn't see what was happening until it was my turn to leap. My faith failed.

were held out in front of her because even with the fire to light the way she couldn't see a thing. Those behind her didn't know this though. She'd looked so confidant. Like she kn

My Still Life with Red Onion, Garlic, and alcohol is about to happen. I hope it goes well. I am hoping it is deep dreamable. I am feeling a bit Bosch tonight but I guess we'll see.

or maybe I'm not. Sometimes I'm not in when she thinks that i am and other times I'm in but she can't tell. Even when she reads it in People or US or her favorite Sick Sad World.

I'm thinking that I should go bring the ice cream in from the hot. Or should that be out from the hot? Wouldn't be the same outcome. The orange juice cleared its throat. Just that.

"I would have drunk up Niagara Falls if you had put in front of me, including the Maid of the Mists. You didn't. I'm having to make due with this warm bargain store brand water, P.

The all the stipulations are met only by this woman. All the stipulations accept the one where it couldn't be her. Digital wallflowers sent their spare bandwidth to maintain her in

a classic way but makes a onion drive very quickly. The16 year old bottle of Lagavulin & the HUD Secretary had no idea 1.5 kilos of weapons-grade plutonium lay in wait for them.

These Uber-like food delivery are really hitting it big. I had the idea back when I was in college. A week after I started working out the concept somebody else had cornered the ma

turn the ship of profits by putting more wind in her sales. They'd have to do a commercial with pirates keelhauling some scollywog landlubber. He could see they'd have to cleave to

Part of it, I'm sure, was starvation. The subject hadn't eaten anything that wasn't a medication in over 36 hours. Then the mislabeled pill bottle that had just been discovered the

It felt so good that didn't want to stop. But I knew it would. How did I get here? I better remember that so I can get back here. Then I said, "Fuck it. It's working now. Enjoy it.

Living through South Texas summers you have to get used to the heat. Fine, I'm used to the heat. But that didn't stop me from taking today's sun personal. It felt like you all were

donor for one but I still have to do some paperwork. My body is surprisingly still alive even if my heart is damaged. But it's still hard to have random pains in my chest. I also h