out every time the galactic ice cream supplies run low? Rainbow sprinkles won't feed no Vermont albatross, or whatever it is you kids call it these days. Why, I have a mind to

Somebody is drinking my beer but I am here alone. The space station is closed for the day. Only I remain. I am the night Navigator this month. & I was only allotted so many beers.

Maybe it was just as simple as saying I'm Paul and as I type this I am listening to Van Morrison's Into The Mystic. I am feeling fine, for reason. Beer is involved. You probably wo

As I was just now drinking my beer I found myself wondering that if my beer ever went bad on me would I be able to tell it was bad? Who would I tell? Somebody should know right? It

a hero. He never gets to be the hero. Just once he should be the hero. Who do I have to write too? The President? Gulch Day maybe. The Day Gulch saved the Day. It could be big.

They tried to bring their head but ours had already claimed this world. The system refused to let their head through. That gave us the advantage in the head arena. It was now up to

Going to go see the Muffin Man and see if we can bury the hatchet.I brought both hatchet and the shovel it will up to him to bring the ground. If we can't bury it, I don't know wha

Little did he know that Fulvio had photocopied his manuscript and had turned it into a hit movie in Italy starring Vincent Price. It was called "Dr. Goldfoot and the Deep Cleavage"

take this spoon and empty the ice cream dish while I explain why you are my yesterday today and tomorrow. You are the one who stood in front of my bully on the first day of kinder

to produce the ancient memories of the sacred ceremony of clean health. I was now sick again with heavy armpit hair that was spreading down my back and teasing my nether regions.

. We are simple blind children roaming a world here we are unable to see the next step. I reached out my hand and a God pulled me close my heart stopped. I stepped into a room

He launched at it, honking the whole way. As he divebombed off the roof his feathers shook, excitement coursing through his every being. As he struck the white duck paint headfirst

thought to ask such a difficult task of me. I held my eyes wide open. They looked deep within them and then shouted," We've found the weak link!" I tried not to start. They reached

Derby O'burrituroni was an undefeated boxer. He killed every one of his opponents. He is 0 and 23. Nobody wants to be 24. It isn't that he is powerful but that he has your number.

give me a rattlesnake sound, a dry river bed sound, & a dead of dysentery smell, if you secrets are worth keeping I won't be the one you should tell. Mere heartbeats keep us apart.

The other choice is the Other. The trick is that all of the choices are Other. That is how they trap you. You're so hung up on the extreme when you let the dog in the room already.

safe as long as she was standing in their line of fire. Even when they were hers, as they were. She passed the last crawler just before the block door. She paused before entering &

who had all the right stuff in his BLT, she couldn't resist. Mirabelle sow was smitten and hard. Scruff snorted his love to her too and they had twenty two piglets. The world was

I heard my original intent still waiting. It was leaning up against the door sill gently rocking an incense ball. The ball reminded me of my absolution & that I hadn't yet punched

my war and tool kits? As Rebbie pointed out Custer, Mustard, and Det. Manatee are taken. Held behind enemy lines and it is for my character to save them. Is that the character I ne