Which is fine, the gas never thought of it either. Slowly they started moving in on the gas, raising the pressure.

of onieronologists jumped into action. One started by striking a small gong to alert the Sleeper he was now a Dreamer. Just to be sure another said an agreed upon Dream word.

The horse was not disturbed at all, at first. After a few minutes the wriggling and mostly the different weight alerted the horse to the idea that his rider was not a sanction ride

His brother was flickering again! Had to find time to work on those holojectors sooner than later. Tomorrow, after the pod races.

That would require an accomplice unless we were not concerned on immediacy. But this one was so yes to accomplice. Who could you trust in that capacity? Who has had your back your

Rollers was what he called it. Said he picked up the recipe out in Appalachian country. Communication still tender but they made it work and President Drumpf do what's right.

Finding a booth to fit my cow catcher was difficult and more fuss than I expected. My date left somewhere between the Dairy Queen and Chan's Donuts.

On it's own 4 legs. We don't know the how or what the meaning but our reputation is on the line. In order to protect the City, can you give me an idea where your rampaging couch is

Afterwards thanks to the bacon, my hair shined brightly but I was barred from Synagogues and Mosques.

. . do anything for love. Within reason, of course. As long as it's the second Thursday of the month, and as long as I'm not too busy "helping" other people.

knowing this, still cogged him at the first bright up. He was innfed 35; he cogged out.

Not just alone and unassisted but darn right defiant! A cheese that saw only progress, a cheese -- wait let's go back. A cheese that only saw the brightness of Progress.

We tried to explain it was letterheads and not leaderheads but he wouldn't believe us. He told us we were robots trying to stop him from taking the leader's heads. Our braces did

We could see no problem in that statement. We moved along. This gets awkward when we try to talk while walking the walk of the talk, as it happens! Sorry, I got excited there.

The Red Army Faction invaded the compound and began dousing us all with industrial strength LSD with huge florescent hoses connected to tanks on the back of their VW Things. Yogis

police. They wouldn't listen, against all my protests, and threw me in jail. I didn't even do anything. A week later, the officer walked in holding

from the consequences. He was only following orders. Blame belongs up higher. Then even a whisper was not heard. These men who have never had to butter his own bread. With instinct

From the consequences. He was just following orders. Blame belongs higher up. But where did the humanity leave the situation? When the computers made their changes. In themselves &

Then I screamed as well. Loudly and without warning. My coworkers turned into prairie dogs then Whack-a-Moles. I explained I saw shadows. "What kind of shadows," asked Lloyd from

After a bit of time and a lot of margaritas I was glad for this funeral. A funeral that was going to hang around my neck like an albatross. Still glad. I called for menudo for all.