"But..Commander Aliani, our orders from the high commission of non-suspicious activity have specifically told us to observe at a safe distance. The UFO theorists are getting smart"

Muscaria Hemlock looked at the silence and listened to the crumbs, scattered the way they were. She quickly surmised what had happened and why. She kept her own counsel & convinced

swimming upstream my way and I scrambled back up the bank but in a flash it was on me and thank goodness it was a baby Nessie because it started slipping me tongue and good as that

the snacks where nuts, baloney and crackers. I saw Peter Wright and Tracey Ullman tongue twisting in the corner, but most of the writers there were doing things you cant print

like a ravenous being, gulping down ships and leaving behind calm ocean waves that betrayed nothing of what had happened before.

& my table caught fire, I realized this was no ordinary menu. I flattened the waiter with my palm so he & his burner resumed being an illustration- & that's when the caribou leaped

I'm fickle that way. Or maybe just possessive? Did I entertained illusions of grandeur? God fantasies? Come to think of it l'lI travel back in time & visit Freud 1st then kill her.

Looking up at the night sky, we can see lights from stars that died billions of years ago.

and even then their interest was lackluster. People sleepwalked from place to place, all functioning on autopilot.

She thinks about alternate dimensions, and about choice, and gets a headache.

overhead curved a barrelled ceilings of wood carvings, with glowing stained-glass panels in the centre creating green and gold geometric designs..........................

"....and that's why I'm no longer allowed to travel within the borders of Canada."

Loneliness clung to her like thick fog.

Being wrong carries it's own badge of honor like a forgetful elephant who didn't believe in working for peanuts even though he witnessed it for most of his life. His father, Jumbo,

My Oyster Girl's tears were the secret ingredient, not heroin, at the ice cream speakeasy. I told you all that many months ago. Her love, Gastropod Man, took her away and now the

the party schedule, grumbling under his breath about traitors who couldn't bother to RSVP from jail until the day of.

thought hit me in the side of the head and I forgot what I was standing at the computer for.

She liked to talk, and I liked listening, and we would spend every moment we had together. Her husband's trip lasted a month, but was never long enough.

It was the North of November all over again.I pointed, again, at the calendar showing we were still in November. "Close enough," he said and settled in for the long haul. "Off your

damn! These rascals don't only know my secret, they also know Morse!" His gluttony thus revealed, he moved on and took a second chocolate covered donut. On the paper underneath,