Very often they’re also working as Customer Service for some business on the other side of the world. They’ve never seen an RDA but they’re helping to wire coils & installing wicks

I looked up at my father, her blood and mine still dripping from my hands. "The if is whether I'm caught or not, isn't it?" I asked.

Maybe they think my blade is too small. Foolish strumpets all. The eagle doesn’t scuttle his talons on ocean floors even he wanted too. They may continue to live in their bubble.

Is a blood relative of some sweet little virgin I'd feasted upon. BLOOD relative. Well, I smiled as I scampered away from the sun. There's something to be done about THAT.

But then, the here is very subjective. The idea of two? Incomprehensible. The idea of an idea? Hardly. It was about now I wished for someone to invent a fermented beverage.

I thought it was a cool new thing I called light. Not that I thought it was too fat. I just meant it couldn’t shine brighter than me, could it? It was the light version of me.

“I saw the first star. I didn’t know at the time that it was the first but I saw it,” explained the ancient Quirfabay. “We didn’t know about replication, sequence, or duration.”

What's the point of a universe with an ending, he bellowed as he awkwardly rode the runic slabs he had stumbled across. The king rabbit gazed on, bored of it all.

Yearn for a time before I discovered how to splice myself. Still, God surely knows that we are all his people, a part of him, so any ire meted out would be self flagellation?

The Internet and type in RPG Immolation and have your wicked ways. But do not rule with an iron fist, as even iron will react to fire, and the people will be hungry for vengeance

That's what she answered when I asked her what she thought of my quivering, naked form. I felt a bizarre mix of pride and of devastation. She always had a sharp tongue.

I wondered if the combination of cheese and murder would give me nightmares. Still, any horror visited to me in the night would be far more imaginative than anything in the porters

I was describing what I see in the current version of my Still Life with red onion, garlic, and alcohol. I'm calling it "Hooey CHIHULY and don't eat my pony", It was deep dreamable

C3PO seemed different, somehow. Much larger than he appeared in the films,and dressed in his (mistress?) Liliths garb. Sort of a MonoLillith, I had time to think, before

Now I'm thinking businessman wearing a hat. Not a derby, not a stovetop. Nothing western about it either. But not from the Middle Kingdom either. Whatever the style he is emerging.

Time passes differently here, somehow. Like the concept of minutes had been throttled to death by the skeletons of millenia. The creatures of the before time march to a different

The kind that involves holy men taking your money and your home in exchange for promises of salvation. I do think about her sometimes, but I knew I could never compete with the

A McDonald's on the moon? A freeway that can't ease congestion? BIEBER?? They were a civilized species, the moon folk, and my fears of a interplanetary war were coming into life.

invite you a bar barque & serve you your missing cousin's Gluteus maximus fricassée in her blood and that of her unborn baby to see if you could taste it. A serial killer like that

I was going past the brink into the eye of disaster. They said it would be named after me however it worked out. Barnard's Star they'd call it. The going was enough to make it mine