, optic nerves lashing away at the ground. You'd be forgiven if you thought you saw a faery being. The little eyeballs ran into the night, propelled by fiber and sheer vision.

ents are stupid rich white people who think the loss of hearing equals cognitive decline. We mindfuck them into sheep and the Deaf inherit the world. The street dances with sign

Bing to do right by everything.The letter from the future was rendered in nostalgia and displayed in Netscape. The Google Backlash caught her justby the seat of the pants, an Apple

eval credit. Yelp doesn't lie. It may seem I'm ungrateful too, but I'm not, promise. Going into Hell to correct (retrieve) paperwork errors (lost souls) is the forte of masochists.

But forget not, in a fold, that a past sometimes is just too rotten to remember, and it's best to fold your story with a brighter future in mind. The next rule of folding is

e rabbit hole of office parties. Everyone had that one night... his was a doozy. He was on edge, afraid someone remembered. He sweated at the cooler. He trembled in crowded

distilled their violence and suffering into bite-size pieces from which readers take nourishment,even as they swallow generous sips from those not-so-empty-anymore bottles. Authors

didn't realize it. He was so laser-focused on his future, he'd accreted a startling number of hangers on without knowing. Brock Murphy flexed his

But to me she was Chicken Enchilada w/Spanish Rice plate. I always joke with her like that. I remind her that without my love she could just as easily find herself in a street taco

and the twit. These are all small birds that make their way in the world as they sit fit. You gulls should learn their lesson also. Give up your desire for the juiciest scrap. GIGO

Soul Crushing records was the brain aneurysm of Cristof Yurselph. He might not have invented paranoia inducing music but he was the one who was putting it in your ears & now brain,

How neat is it that I put on the paranoia inducing music just as I remember that there is an outside world? Out there. A World. Worlds, really. A whole lot of those worlds want to

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Combing My Tooth, a tragedy in 3 acts, a comedy in one. You will be surprised by which. It isn’t the one that you’re thinking. I assure you it isn’t the case. Your case must have

I can't leave this open like this. It will haunt me until I don't remember it anymore. Which I won't because it will haunt me. That is how haunting works. You remember the fear and

Hey, those were just flashes that you just saw in your mind. It might a heart attack. Probably not. But it might be. If it is a heart attack, please stop reading this and get help.

I went surfing in search of a dividend, I found out that word could be badly spent. I spent all my rent on Gwen in Ghent who turned to be a gent named Trent, also from Ghent. So we

aphed the offending ditty and plastered it on all her social networks with the hashtag #ColorfulArmenians and it went viral. Within an hour the Armenian Ambassador was calling the

I am beset by the echos where I can not see them. I sighed because I have been here so any times and I've not learned a thing. The secret to my escape is somewhere in this room. I

Then the crowd was pickied up on my mood. More & more they began swaying in unison before me. All without my saying a word or making a move. I could feel their power their combined