"...Red roses, too..." I said to myself again, interrupting myself. There seemed to be two of me, all of a sudden, and it was difficult to say which one was more rude.

, like the one about the guy who put Steve Buscemi's face into every hotel painting he ever saw. I still check every hotel painting to see if it caught on. But that's another story

Hoped. Mainly because Banksy gets all the press. Or the local taggers who don't remember their roots. Simple always gets complicated without roots. We come from the stars, why here

miles beneath the skin; part of a DNA trip we are still on. Others claim a soul. One such was Brunhilde Maria Tallamontes. I didn't actually see it; I was there but that isn't the

Only avoided the fate of Isadora Duncan because she was in an enclosed cabin far removed from any offending tires that might be lurking about. All this the Sleuth missed; lost in

So when he was supposed to bop he actually bebopped. Mood die. Finished cleaning his room and she left some time after 3am after crying on the porch for an hour. A stray dog came

assembled this Ikea missile silo me and Raul just bought for the wedding reception. Don't worry, he paid using his stepdad's work expense card. Are you stoned? Dammit Lonny! You

At the funeral Polly’s old friend Snowy and his human kept asking pointed questions about mysterious visitors reported in the marshes near Misty Mountain. Where was Psycho?

I need a hat to help me make it through, a hand to spread love to, and ammunition for the Folders Revolutionary Army. By the way, you've just been drafted.

From the single light anywhere near the dump site in the alley a shadow that moved against the other shadows could barely be seen; but seen it was. "They're here."

full DNA-Tripp Field test even for the upper Echelons. Why on any of the Worlds would she ever what That! Her whole life depended on people Remembering. Who she came 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.

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

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 &

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

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

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

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.

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

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.