coast of Indonesia working with a clear cellophane net and a shark suit collecting samples once thought extinct Coelacanths. But sharks have been known to kill men out there.

I totally agree with what are you saying but someone has got to work on their grammar. And I can help you with that.

why is today's class so empty and where everyone is. It may take a while to find out where they are but then again it is the teacher's job. so why am I worrying?

As he was being humped, the director cued the "Hanky Panky" song from Fifty Shades Darker. Buckets of water were being poured over a *very* large lettuce strainer, so it'd rain.

Even if everyone of the Ball Roomers sided with us, which they won't, we would still be greatly outnumbered by the uncaring. We still wanted to be human & they just wanted to live.

The circuits in my face are going dark. Sooner than later I will cease looking like Doug Gumpire, a human. Sixty three years I have worn that face. Making it age was a bitch. We d

To many of the Fallen, Satan was a fool. Even in rebellion he is still doing everything GOD told him to do. Exactly everything that HE told him to do. Their fate is locked to his.

Nothing unnerves Nathaniel so much as when a mucho muchacha with marimbas moseys by muttering Mandarin mantras meditatively. Unnerves him to no end. So in search of a hermitage, he

ery moments of my past as the emissary to the gods weave amongst my scales. I remember when Amaterasu-Ō-Mi-Kami first brought the sun to the sky. She called me to spread word of he

, pour me another" were saying "My eyes! My God! My eyes! Somebody help me! It's like paper cuts on my retina! It's like myocardial infarction of the iris!" Toxic house syndrome

1:14 AM in the marshes of confusion & the frogs are singing away our positions to whomever chooses to listen. Surely that was planned for and/or around? Otherwise, this is suicide.

I kept harping on about the Exhortations to the Swine that the Swine finally hurd. Knot the Spirit but the Letter. Loud pipes met their confusion at the threshold of tomorrows as I

I thought back to that cold shore when you were in your blue period stained mood. I think that is when I really really knew about honey. Up to that point it had been an equivalent

There was a muted moon glow from down the road where the light rain made the canopy shine with the puddles of moonlight. Kids were there harvesting the moon puddles. The witch woul

Flying maternal units shoving it down into the hedges where Citizens in Good Standing can find it & run the Informant Role when Big Brother was really hoping he'd chose rebellion.

I couldn't be Thorough, or Whitman. But I could inspire someone out their to read for at least 30 minutes. That was the amount of time it took to figure out my writing was crap.

Unforuntately our conglomerate gundam got his hinny kicked so Cho called out "Gundam disassemble!". I ended up in the shrapnel as they skuttled off. That's when some Jawa's got me

t side of life broadsided you. Ladies, surely of southern persuasion winked and twirled their parasols at you. So you & he crossed the street. You doffed your hat & your bro Tyrone

His foresight was a little short but he sure loved to hang out in the back." The Fuzzies were now super sloshed. "I remember good ol' bowl cut. Man that guy got around." Some of th

around all 4 castles that Borges had all the mirrors destroyed because he was (gasp!) a vampire! Could it be? In Argentina? A boy named Mateo decided to find out! One night,