Soon he gathered his strength and with one stroke of blood and darkness smeared on the pure white plane. Screeches of the pure can be heard Thena dash of hope droppd by the purecat

"I not be throwing good money after bad," the blessing's look implied. Her disguise didn't fool the cat inside the bag and she would not have any truck with blessing's that hid the

Sure! But bow wow yippie yay bow wow yippie yay is not anywhere close to being powerful as pyong pyong ding dong peep peep!

a subsistence level living for the hoi polloi without fomenting the rising resentment beyond acceptable political paradigms. These Masters, of which we won't speak, have matters in

the Minosaur. "Darius Millicent Sangremajor hadn't been quite listening to this night's girlfriend but he did hear her say Minosaur. "No Baby, you mean Minotaur." The storm clouds

less holier than thou. It will do wonders for those prominent cheek bones. I did tell you this was going to be dangerous. I never said you had to look mousy while doing it. Comrade

conventional wisdom says you've got no story. Well, I don't buy that. That is for those who want it all hand fed to them. A succinct & sparing use of words without conflict is what

Vending Machine 17, of course, observed the Raven Agramilekh's circumspect course change. VM 17 surmised they were on the same trail & the Raven had shown a professional courtesy.

py Squeaktime, my dear cat, used to have things to teach me, but now I'm wondering what we are being rushed through, and why we are still so crazy and vain and violent and snippy.

I had to take up the role of street vendor today. I still don't know why. I am told by someone, that I don't know, & whom I didn't ask, that my pylons are facing the wrong cardinal

touched her cheek. Maybe she might have felt it sooner if that gesture had not been new to her. She checked the lower cheeks within her chaps. That flesh was intact. The villagers,

Captain Syretha: "Welcome aboard, Amanda Widdershins. What are you doing on our bridge? Though I suppose you might ask why we are still discretely incarnate on a localized vessel."

Some might have thought The Raven Agramilekh had some duties and visitations to accomplish, but for now it felt pleased and well-contented, and just enjoyed the moment as it was.

the church became an enclave of gay abusers and power-mongers. Who would ever guess that might happen by telling young gays their desires were disordered? The light of Christ is

"Janessa, it's nice that we only converse when we're together, instead of trading bit-barbs, but I am in no sense a 'Silicoid'. Sure, I and my clones have had some CRISPY work, but

the gavel, you've got the power, you've got the sense not to sit in that hot seat. OK, so who might be willing to take on the Wicker-Womanhood of POTUS after the would-be Corleone?

" Amy struggled with this ultimatum a little. Whatever happened to "for better or worse"? But she didn't know her husband anymore, and the young pizza guy was sincere and focused.

M. What am I to do? This language I suppose is suitable enough, although others have better nuances in some contexts, but I have become accustomed to the clock and perhaps even its

There is no "beyond the village" I can escape to. The toxic vapidity and mosquitory shreds me each moment, yet refines me. The power station where I now have my camp does help to

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