back to sleep but was disturbed moments later by the sound of a teaspoon with a particular metallic composition against a coffee cup of a certain provenance. James was about to

Most lives aren't written down, so they don't even have a chance at the remainder bin. Most lives don't need a glossary and a critical apparatus, but even a so-called ordinary life

Othertimes, I feel like chucking it all, getting rid of this mortal coil and take my dull-witted virtuosity to the phase in my soul's progress. But it is my love for humanity that

street, but like I did it on purpose. I be rollin down that street like any muthafuckin ferrari. But Manmom caught up to me, cuz I was really dizzy after barrelin down the street

But it was too late... I had already committed an act of sin. Satanic hands reached out of the clouds and pulled me down with them. I screamed all the way down like this: "AHHHHH!"

there was cheese in my bread and whisky in my teacup, he threatened to tell my cattle-rustling posse. But he had it wrong – I only drink Rémy 1837. As for him, he warn't no Texan

I couldn’t remember if I had been an elephant before I went to sleep but I had the feeling I hadn’t been. I could not imagine what I might have been if not an elephant. Still I got

your train of thought before you sat down to type it out? If you had there would be far more to this drivel than merely the bluh bluh nonsense and damn ellipses. Please take stock

eaky making us feel the sense of reality even though it mirrors our lives in all seven sides which causes illusions doubting our faiths and destinys. The circle on the other hand

I won't say that I didn't understand what I was doing. More like, I didn't do what I understood needed to be done. Involving myself in local affairs wasn't part of the plan. Nor

The glistening streets of the rained upon city reminded nobody of nothing special. Which is how we like it. A hint of the moon overhead casts enough of a shadow in her panoply of

travels light, but packs a punch with outdated technological services of every sort. You won't find a better source of the slowest possible data migration anywhere else this side

, and it felt too much like those old dating service videos.....and yes I was very familiar with them. I sent one in during a love draught in '83. Still haven't received a response

She, in fact, at this very moment, was a portrait of the Queen brought to life by osmosis. As the sentience was taking hold, the other girl found a voice that was foreign to her

You didn't have a beginning. You were strictly a middle. Coming at a time when all I ever desired was to find the end. I didn't want you here, didn't ask for a friend.

ty-six flights of agonizing stairs, winding in the precarious fashion. Spikes and thorns and thistles and flames to endured with each new landing. I had grown weary of the dark

vin, the little boy who happened to be a drummer to the outlands and wandered aimlessly until nightfall. Upon the eve of nightly mid, there was a great clanging of bells.

..to keep her here in this mathematic dungeon is beyond punishment. Beyond justice!" The monster sneered and shaped one of its left tentacles around the abacus. "Is it though

stood with my hands in my pockets feeling the loss through holes in the cloth. "Jane while this life ends, another will begin anew, and I must be on that trip." I put on the fedora

Why why why. Johnny was without blood lately. It wasn't the first time this has happened. Last week, the dull razor in the mirror, yet no crimson drips. A loss for some,