spoke about their destination in hushed tones; always just out of hearing. Clymenestra called it the Songline. She explained the Tinker's tale of The Lost and Last Song. She cried.

Easy. I would spike the Vagisil that those poor chickens were using on their feathered extremities and then the evil overlord would have a heck of a time getting them to nest.

to do as they were told, even if it meant cardiac arrest for the entire class. Well, we all laughed about it later in the teacher's lounge before we were sent to jail for

I am prized by the gods, who know me as Chaddus- the human who does not give a crap. I am very refreshing to them. I kick them in their celestial 'nads and make rude noises when

But we weren't going to pay for it because of political reasons we wouldn't go into when asked. We were outlaw pizza stealers, like Robin Hood and his merry pizza faces we roamed

However, my stoic ways forbid any such inquiry... Unless I get my hands on some top class nike shoes, and a dance trainer.

It was strange, they would listen to machinery grinding while jumping up and down wildly. The kids praised car crash and Michael Bay explosions. This was a religion?!

"This sex robot has an oddly specific way of asking to smoke," I thought. "Sure, knock yourself out." It lit up a cigarette beside me in bed, servos whirring. "But *why*?"

have some sense and carry on with his, her, or its life. I want this being to know - who ever continues this thought - he/she/it is not alone. I bequeath you my personal slogan:

I hate the sulfuric, egg smell of it. I wanted to gag right there. But I had to keep it together, I didn't want anyone to know that I was afraid of dirty water

The answer, of course, was Kevin Bacon. Not Francis or Roger, but Kevin. Kevin rated a 6. Twice as much as sex.

care where they ended up and how much it would cost me. How could it cost me I'm making money. I should've wondered but I didn't. Nobody else did either. What does it matter a Man

mattered, anything from the tank? He didn't pause, he didn't think. Nothing from the tank matters. You're from the tank, you don't matter Clone. He was my friend but he was BEMA32X

put you there in your seersucker wearing Panama hat. With a cane maybe and attach�; Carpetbagger. Government agent, functionary, apparatchik, what you do there. In The South: that

eside a rainy day jar of currency in case we had to leave in a hurry. Everyone craved a look at her, it reminded me of the Holy Grail. Men would die to find my girl, but it was all

me talking in my sleep about how I hated their cooking or I secretly wanted to put Rock Salt shots into their dogs ass for barking all damn night. I am tired cause I don't want the

The monstrosity glared at Timothy disdainfully. It pushed around his racecar bed and knocked over his expensive computer between bursts of laughter. This thing had it out for Tim.

She punched him in the face once. Carlotta's mom passed away to cancer and Tyler had the audacity to ask what she was going to do with the insurance money. Dollar signs only matter

Stolen hearts, stolen cars, what did it matter. His wrap sheet could surround the courtroom, but she saw the gentleness underneath the gang tattoos and death glare he gave the jury

scolded him for not being more grateful to her. Vivienne clothed Jean and fed him hot soup when he almost froze to death after wandering the streets. But Jean never could say thank