I woke up this morning and I got me a fear. A fear I didn't need. It was just habit. I chucked it in my rucksack with the rest. They were surrounded by a fear that they would leak.

"Cooperation from the other side would help, maybe," said the dancing Republican, his reserved composure belied by his grip on my hand. The quadrille turned into a detente that the

He didn't mind it getting used up. He just didn't like it wasted. Getting sucked into the wine wasn't going to help him find Nirvana. That was just so many brain cells that won't

Kneely knew that a screen wasn't needed in his borrowed bong. He still insisted on one. Not for the filtering but to save his weed. These guys were huffers. That made it likely the

I am garbed as I am because I suspect I will be required to use a public face soon. It's my feet that take most of this torture to comply with decorum. Being shod is not my natural

monkey fist that was now also stuck because it was holding his head in the money slot. I batted away at the monkey but he threw shit and I let him have the his head. "Be a sport

A full belly, my good Wellies, and you, my Shelly. All comfy & jelly in front of the telly. When something gets smelly. It might be a felony, but it is the end of me.

They clanged the keys on the door. "I'm still not done eating my arm," I yelled craning my neck to do so. "So that is what baloney goes for these days," one of them said. Walsh, ma

To be fair, I had first seen St. Anthony when that bird was pecking his liver out. He looked in his element so I just waved as I went by into town. I next saw him when he slipped

"St. John on Patmos," I shouted at my ganbreed. I took a closer look and there he was. Old mushroom head John on the rocks on Patmos. "What was that saint part about," he asked me.

The Hero of The Name of the Rose, for him, was the blind monk who admonished them again mirth. Their purple tongues were funny to no one. He who laughs has laughed his last. As Ass

Though she looked a bit less cute now with her fresh tattoos, cigarette, and bandana. "You 3 best not puss out on me now," the fawn growled, "Bambi got bills to pay." Bank robbery

Transforming from a master Being to a mere being who's only job is to exist is discombobulating. Yet, reassuring. I wanted to learn how to merely exist.

Oh oh. I just leaked into the internet proper. I forgot when I was or where. That guy that wasn't there wasn't there again. He sends his regards. He also sent you Sasha & Babushka.

Had been unknown. Now that I have seen it as an absence, I see it's presence everywhere. Being empty does have its rewards. Not that you'll see them that way. You have to look into

I"ve come around to buying into the whole utterance divorced from intent. I worked at it all during my breakfast salad. It would be the distinction that was missing between speakin

I reiterate. Nothing I fold in here represents my true feelings about any subject. Especially those in the first voice. Did you really think I thought I was a speaking astrolabe?

At the time that I used it, I noted to myself, how sure I felt about using it. I forget so much these days that I didn't want to find out if I had forgotten that one. Don't tell me

I can ease up on things now that i am in state. The mongeese are still out there. But then, when aren't they? I'm not trying to kid myself that this is the right state but it is

Even if I can finally recognize that I had started this story (voco sotto), I'm still surprised that it is something I wrote. Where was I when I started this? Who was I then? How