dreams. Even when he was alive he was more like a shadow. He walked under cover of a breeze. His voice was the twin brother of a babbling brook. I was in awe of him, and couldn't

at didn't happen this time. I wonder if this is a live test for my G-Level Archron promotion I put in for. The Seeker, me, is placed into a live scenario without information to see

nes wrote a book about the meaning of life. I've never written anything, but my clones managed to write an entire book. What does that say about me?

aid to me that even the monster thinks they are the hero of their own story. I'm not a monster, but I still did something wrong.

the drums Sevinaa? No! I won't go back to my Waterloo &, mama mia, my dancing queen. There was something in the air that night that hit the wrong target twice. Something's going on

"Taggert, you really want to know what I am trying to do out here on the frontier, 37 light years from my last home cooked meal? I'll tell you. Answering your stupid question."

They were. "Hold, Lady Lottahair! You'll not make claims to any lost souls in these halls tonight without a proper permit. Those llamas are phlegmy. We can't allow them in.

s flows down onto you because you're at rock bottom and the only thing getting lower than you is you and that is damn damn low! If you wanted the core to being Alive you just need

re you? Silent Slip or Invisible Tribe? Well, you were far from silent clonking and clanking through the jungle to get here, so you're not Silent Slip. But, you're not invisible ei

Everything, he denied it. Categorically and with all the eyes dotted and all the taus crucified. Newt denied knowing Newt & we believed him. He just might as well have been a salam

Being a bit shaky at shaking my groove thing I shook my groove into a thing that didn't shake it's groove back. The pain that shoot through me registered on the Richter Scale. I dr

The curator of this moment has noted your presence. He thanks you and wishes you well. He does not pass judgement on what you are doing with that ham. He is only a curator. Still,

eing in the john when you don't really need to go. But access to the Clean Room means having clean blood. Via a razor he dripped some into the toilet bowl. Now, what did the manual

ly partially over my privates. "Fellows," I reasoned "is it coincidence that your Chosen One is a young girl, & the rules require she's half nude?No chance of ulterior motive here?

ST got his handle by being flushed down the boys' john in 2nd grade & emerging on the Hudson in one piece. Ever since, folk'd tap him on the head or ribs & say: "Yup- sh*t tough!"

I didn't start off the day thinking I might as well blow up the world up for a chance at Smegma Latoodle but that's where we are now. I'm not really into the bondage but her tarts

a steady drone of reality impinging on our imagination. An imagination that drives us we're driving it down a sparsely covered plain with mountains way off on the horizon that disa

in a way on how he felt about Elle Mae. What could he say? Elle Mae was the way for De Way. De Way knew she was his way. There would never be another Mae for De Way, and his son A

So here we begin again. Ready now? Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess & a wicked frog. STOP! No. I need to start over. It was a beautiful frog & a wicked princess &

I mock grabbed at Mac & Cheese's noodles and asked them, "Are these noodles al dente". I am sure my face turned tomato red when I asked them but I didn't back down from my playing.