First there was a bang. . .a BIG BANG. After that, there was billions and billions of smaller, but not less significant, Bangs. In time--who knows how much--the energy from the

in a foldingstory far far away...

I told myself I would become a refuge for all the dented people that crossed my path. I would be the linchpin they could use to pivot themselves mar free.

ted. The small man inside the massive robot looked at the printout. How long can he play this charade? Would the internal AI discover its free will was being dictated by corporate?

That last one was me musing upon Dido, Queen in Lesbos.

Making my life harder is hardly the best path to my bed but if you're going to go that route it better be worth it.

The peal hung in the evening hills, filling valleys with falling vollies of follies getting their jolliies downing Mollies like townies wearing gownies or brownies in front of Bron

The lid of the coffin was tight, I had insisted. I had a pint of prune juice & 3 tins of spicy sardines. I could do this, I told myself. I would be dead living as a spy on Pluto.

What you were promised is out there coming at you at the same speed as you are going to your Promise. Until it gets here, here is some suffering & an extra dose of sorrow for your

We both knew you were saying your goodbyes. You don't know the why of it but you know it is there. I don't say anything because we both know that I've run out of words & small gest

I had just finished my bathroom antics for the crowd milling around waiting for the Auto de Fé to begin. I heard many suggestions for me to go back to my day job as assistant execu

The symphony of my lies shadow my death like the road to the triumphs we never knew. I could claim the high places but the lingering stench of burnt offerings bring me down, bring

Pinky! Wake Up! It's Rebbie, you're having a bad dream. Oh! said Pinky - I am so glad to see you Rebbie, you were gone, the folders missed you. Why am I wearing a moo-moo...?

After publishing Zarathustra, Nietzsche attended a seance of Mdm Blavatsky & on a lark asked her to contact the supreme being. "The reports of my death have been highly exaggerated

to choose a wisperia bush wisely or would you like your body in the boneyard?

I woke up in a middle of the woods and i was bloody, i dont renember anytheng, then i saw a dead body next to me. I started runing.

The last egg of Chicken Little lived out it's life on a farm in rural Costo Colibri.

With absolutely no experience or education, I was easily hired as the engineer to revolutionize travel through the giant in Internet navigation :T T T (Time Travel Trips). My first

receiving more than their allotted dosage. Those who hadn't accumulated enough frequent flyer miles or chest x-rays were left outside the shelter when the horde of glowing wombats

that anything printed is true, especially if preposterous, so when the headlines read "Alien with head shaped like a buttocks and orange hair sighted in the presidents limo",