Christians are supporting Trump in order to hasten Armageddon. Doesn't that turn them into a suicide cult? Oh, yeah, they already were. Thought Noone Ever as she got in her big car

The problem with badger is that his attention is on getting back home instead of on moving forward. If going home moves it forward then move it on home. But don't mistake this for

I keep hearing the poor ghost of a little drummer boy doing a one note anthem of protest from the by and by. I can barely hear it that sometimes I question if I really am. Most of

Our project should be to find that sweet point of maximum saturation and selling off all our exposure on a short sell. Everyone agreed and Flemings created the devices on his desk.

Nothingness. Seinundzeit might present himself as if he is the only option for being but I assure you he IS NOT. That is me, Nothingness. His screams mean nothing to me. Their me.

I wonder how someone would describe us? "What?" Yeah, me and you. You know, The Duchess, the deadcatspeedbumpsadgod routine. What do they call us? Like them for instance. I bet the

Eventually, she pushed her wheelchair up to the gates of Shangli Lah and "knocked" by throwing a rock through the door from the bottom of the steps. When they opened she fell into

we go. Desert stay behind. Strange book, fell behind so we burned it as an offering to the Scorpion god from the skull of a Roman legionnaire. Brain spongy but delicious. Joe was a

want of anything better. Wanting better was a malaise that the Wastrels spread to the Clawgiu populations months or even years before they knew they were under attack. They killed

Mrs. Kraken's minions scuttled about in abject terror, looking for treats with which to placate her. But this was no ordinary little ant she had offended. This was a fire ant!

I came to NBA to kick ass and eat balloons, and we are all out of balloons." This famous speech now sang across the stadium every time Douglas came into the court, ready to

Yeah, don't bring that up. That just bums the both of out. You because you're cereal I have to kill you and me because I trusted you to keep our secret. I am really disappointed at

stone they might have been but I knew that these walls were full of secrets that just needed the right key to hear them. I entered the only known hidden room in the castle to see

", the something said in her mind. On the edge of a panic she tried to think of some spell or mudra, or mane padme om mane padme om... The something sighed in her mind but she didn

to see that I was on the wrong planet or conditions on the ground had changed a lot since the map was made. The destination, instead of being in a desert was deep in the ocean.

Sometimes the soul feels a breeze which adds a bounce to inhalation and we flutter through every eigenstate, but not really. Uncertainty had to rear it's pointy head and stick his

a tizzy that she might have caught the gay. She'd seen lots of other women & girls naked over the years but never had she felt the fire in her loins for another woman like she now.

ust crazy thinking? "Of course there's a way, kill every male on the planet and only allow enough male babies to live for reproduction." Nincompoop, thought the bot. Why humans

therapist again. His appointments were scheduled for 3:00pm on Tuesday afternoon, every week. He gathered his belongings and hopped on the bus which went past the clinic.

entirely ambivalent to the progression of meme culture. The venerable Huntingsworth was looking forward to his 94th birthday in a month and was far too busy to check social media.