I couldn’t remember if I had been an elephant before I went to sleep but I had the feeling I hadn’t been. I could not imagine what I might have been if not an elephant. Still I got

your train of thought before you sat down to type it out? If you had there would be far more to this drivel than merely the bluh bluh nonsense and damn ellipses. Please take stock

eaky making us feel the sense of reality even though it mirrors our lives in all seven sides which causes illusions doubting our faiths and destinys. The circle on the other hand

I won't say that I didn't understand what I was doing. More like, I didn't do what I understood needed to be done. Involving myself in local affairs wasn't part of the plan. Nor

The glistening streets of the rained upon city reminded nobody of nothing special. Which is how we like it. A hint of the moon overhead casts enough of a shadow in her panoply of

travels light, but packs a punch with outdated technological services of every sort. You won't find a better source of the slowest possible data migration anywhere else this side

, and it felt too much like those old dating service videos.....and yes I was very familiar with them. I sent one in during a love draught in '83. Still haven't received a response

She, in fact, at this very moment, was a portrait of the Queen brought to life by osmosis. As the sentience was taking hold, the other girl found a voice that was foreign to her

You didn't have a beginning. You were strictly a middle. Coming at a time when all I ever desired was to find the end. I didn't want you here, didn't ask for a friend.

ty-six flights of agonizing stairs, winding in the precarious fashion. Spikes and thorns and thistles and flames to endured with each new landing. I had grown weary of the dark

vin, the little boy who happened to be a drummer to the outlands and wandered aimlessly until nightfall. Upon the eve of nightly mid, there was a great clanging of bells.

..to keep her here in this mathematic dungeon is beyond punishment. Beyond justice!" The monster sneered and shaped one of its left tentacles around the abacus. "Is it though

stood with my hands in my pockets feeling the loss through holes in the cloth. "Jane while this life ends, another will begin anew, and I must be on that trip." I put on the fedora

Why why why. Johnny was without blood lately. It wasn't the first time this has happened. Last week, the dull razor in the mirror, yet no crimson drips. A loss for some,

, or suffer further rhyming torture a la faux Beatles. I didn't care for a hey or a diddle diddle, nor was I ever a piggy in the middle. I was Jeff, and I had a corduroy suit which

had only ever worked in the best of times, and it all went back to a reality that had no use for him other than to create a fractured life. Still, he inserted the keycard into the

, who, once aroused, were forced to erupt, to KILL or at least accept a sacrifice &GUBA was the sacrifice! The Princess ran amok, past her father, & flung herself into the volcano!

kind of connection between it happening and me screaming "YEET", because when I scream the magic word I loose control and this weird thing happens to me over and over. I cry for he

I shouted: "get of my sodding driveway!!" But it seemed that it was already too late, the bloody teenagers made a huge mess with their brown doodoo, and they ran off.

was the one making $5.26 a year with its Kindle books? "Thou vain, self-involved mirror!" I said, to test it. And sure enough, that phrase turned up in its 18-page historical saga,