follow God directly without having to hew to a creed. Once anointed always a priest though the Church see it another way. He still wears the Roman collar and listens to confession

you've ever known. You can not imagine any other condition. Until one day your situation changes indirectly and you see another possibility. A way to save the farm and get revenge.

ld have set it to charge. I didn't and now I must suffer the miasma that is having a dead phone. Unconnected for who knows how long. I didn't bring my charger. Could I trust their

It's sweet taste filled my heart with glee as I bit down, one piece after the other. It felt like home. Gazing at Wonka's ticket, I knew I'd be the one winning this time.

The man looked at me like he was just now noticing me. He looked around the room as if to get his bearings. "What is the latest Rocky movie? What is the year?" I backed away.

With their help we soon went through "That'll put some meat on you," "Jubilant babushkas bathing in baby pools." "Jehoshaphat Osiris McGuillicutty where are you?"

Journey. COVID had plaqued the once Glourious Land. Dorothy was Quarantined for TWO WHOLE WEEKS, before going back to Kansas. Doc Brown was even too sick to get her home.

person are you? Are you Kalki? The Blue Lady looked distressed that someone figured her out. "I'm not distressed!" Kalki answered, "I just don't want to be found out."

OPS, the Technicians, off on the Pork Lawn everyday, but n=more Luantics are dropped of by the Paperboy each morning.

definetly listen to Smith, and wait to detonate the Ion Bomb.

Patrick is a Seastar, so pouring Acid on him, would only help, not harm.

only God saw this, He would be quite aggravated, then they realized that He is always watching.

insons' Parkway to get back to Long Island, from Conninecut. She began realizing that there was a Typo, after pressing, "Fold & Pass," but that was a lie.

"time's up losers!" echoed through the dimmly lit room. "time to show what you're made of!" the cloaked man shrilled. the rituals were exausting, but i was trained to be better. I

to either let the public know, or to let the world die in ignortant bliss. tick tock tick, the meteor barrels forward. "sir?" a meek voice pierces the silent room. "what do we do?"

an actual kiss from an angel above. this latte was going to be the thing that saved me. hell, it might even fix me. "can.. can i have one more" i stutter, before taking a sip of

"heh, nights in the void dont get better than this!" a vain attempt at levity, spoken into inky black. the tight space containing the girl dampened her quip. she

it's puppertry continued, this divine being continuing to imitate a human, a person, movements one could see as gentle and questioning. i stood firm, distrustful of this presence

the "rubberband man firework trick" or Uncle Buck's famous "Goat Brain Crawdad pinch" wasnt exactly something my dad could even do at his age, let alone without following Uncle to

it was my fault, he knew and refused to pass on, even after my vain attempts of gentle religious blessings and firm exorcisms. he was my albatross, who's weight brought