phone call with someone who always spoke too long without listening. Obedience can be bought, but does not equate with loyalty. The Phantom of Freedom is sometimes a theif, when

you a thousand times that silk will gum up your guts. Bad thing! Here, you can chew on these old nylons." Mr. Butterdish sniffed at the cheap pantyhose and began to squat on the

shaft, her body appearing to shrink as she falls. POV Erica, as she falls in slo mo. Cut to Slow Moe, exterior cityscape. SFX his forehead glowing as he realizes Erica's peril.

It was good that Tesla included the “Eternal Battery” choice on their Model Z; the vaccine line was hours, days, long, and the road ahead cluttered with gas-deprived heaps of junk.

delight of the interns. "Who shot you?" Dr. Mak growled playfully at the corpse, who sat up without help & pointed at his son who was on hand to identify him. The son turned white

Wilton Lord was born sometime in the 1950s, somewhere along the Eastern Seaboard. He owned the same pair of black leather shoes for over 40 years, which meant he didn’t walk much.

find him as a suggestion on her Tindr page." She looked back at him with that faux-innocent, mousy expression behind her spectacles, but dammit, he was serious this time. "No more

explosions of my skull. If I did, I wouldn't have paid so highly for them. I determined to be the next skeezy siphilitic heroin addict like my hero, Alastair Crowley, so I snorted

Jessica Rabbit's hole. Stan was tripping balls like a Burger King play pit from the 90s. He invented deities with stupid names from the visions he saw. Like Sinutab, the hand-faced

gift paradox: In order to send the white albatross back in time, which we did, our time machine required the life of a white albatross. That's sorta the Gift of the Magi, right?

an unmet buddha slathered on his shepherd's pie. Made with real shepherds. If you get it him in just the wrong mood, he'll tell you how much harder it was for wizards like him who

sensibilities." Gephard rolled his eyes. Who gave a crap about a colonoscopy machine's delicate sensibilities? It was a colonoscopy machine, by Jupiter's taint! Taking fuming for

The fog, the sudden car, the music conspired against my better spirits. It turned into a fast pursuit in the fog on a treacherous road. I had to do what Helm, Flint, or Bond didn't

I was driving through a thick fog listening to Super Agent. I was alone on the road. The first of several sharp curves was just ahead. Suddenly there was a car behind me in the fog

monkey wranglers needed by OSHA. Even with an infinite number of monkeys the wranglers hardly had to much wrangling. The monkeys zoned out at the typewriters. peck peck peck ding

The Ambiguous Crusader, Red Bile, Prof, Copernicus Pernicious, & the superhero known as Bert, just to name a few. None of their names quite caught the gist of their superpowers. At

When I confronted the gas masked socialite about her gallivanting all over the hobo camp without keeping social distanced, she showed me what goes for a smile from her. I melted.

Barely surviving is still surviving so I don't see the point in his move. But I digress. As far as karma and all that rigamarole about you get what you sow, I look at Charlie Bunt.

"Ok, one more. Wait. Helen, are you breathing through your knees already? I told you to tell me as soon as it started. How long have you been breathing through your knees? Helen?"

that? A padded seat? Dr. Singh's patients started to refer to him as "Irritable Collin", which of course, made things worse. His receptionist, Hilda, got into the habit of ducking