he gets the hound breeds confused, too. What really buttered my biscuit was when French Me ran into Swedish Me during a White House Correspondence Dinner. He was complaining about

Why do the red pills try hardest to escape? Ironic how the truth fight tooth and nail to get free, despite knowing it's too hard to swallow. Literally. Those pills are huge!

Other similarities I have with French Me: 1-We both have 2.4 brothers & sisters. 2-we were both cloned against our wishes. 3-the djinni never reimbursed us for the impotent wishes.

A French me most likely lives in a small town like Crespin. He probably lives in a rebuilt house that used to be the constable's stable. His family used to owe all the surrounding

I wonder what French Me is doing right now. We all came out of the same mold but got sent off to other locations to spread our form of malaise. We can't all be the Big Boy. Small

! Can't you see you crotchety old hag-" I was cut off as the rose swallowed me whole. Unfortunately, Mrs. Flanahan COULDN'T see, & I slept inside the rose for 32 years. Until you!

" For some reason she believed him. "Mom..." he smiled just like my boyfriend Ken. "I'm your son... I will be. You told me to travel back in time to help you end the Space Wars."

up after the imprisoned woman & their get. The federal maternity ward prison had started out a temporary alien detention camp during the 2nd Trump Regency. Poindexter did his 20 &

She didn't hear what Hank said but she grunted at him a "Don't poke my last nerve" without ever looking up from her phone where she was posting her tramp stamp on ChristianMingle.

fluffers to keep silent until we have need of their services. Usually, the next day. Brownnosers are another very lucrative part of the Firm's core business. As is sycophancy. Fort

And yet it has: as an absence that I've hoped hated since this very moment. Now, you too are implicated in this fold's fiendish plot to bring this moment to a bitter justice, here,

infested pastures that I wander in as a pastime. My father, somewhere, Devil take him, had a peerage that he'd worked diligently to ensure never cast a shadow across my existence.

The assailant growled louder. Gerry growled once more &went into quiet mode. His ocular enhancements paid no heed to the shadows. He was evenly matched, it seemed. A new guest to

"I hate to interrupt you but I don't mind doing so anyway. The answer to the question, that you didn't give me time to answer, is No. I don't want to know that. I'm kind of proud I

eradicate that timeline so that even he could forget it existed. Still, every lifetime he forgot. Then remembered the moment after it would have mattered. His brother dying at 19

"Let it go," the air that wasn't there said at me, who wasn't either. Not anymore. Or anywhen. That is just old modalities intruding, getting in the way. Soul sea sick, I wouldn't

They shared his intentions. They also didn't appreciate having to now cut him in on the caper. Some talk considering his disappearance might have been heard in certain pointy ears.

To be fair, I didn't know the hill's horrors either; I knew mine. But my horrors told me the hill had seen so much more. Some of that shit needed to be forgotten. "Bring it down,"

my clones, and sisters, used to play a game that we've all forgotten now that we called something, but I forgot what that something was. I suspect we still might be playing it now.

I had been somewhere else and now I was back in this empty room; even with me in it. The room presented itself to me with barely contained contempt. Was there a judgement call to m