At the end of February I am so sweeted out that Easter seems kind of forced. I can't wait to get to the summer when the fare of the day is savory. Burgers, Fries and good old BBQ c

Tom Thumbdrive, 2217: in 2017 they were still using electronics for what I guess was their crude attempt at the vapor, but they called it the internet. Using his playlist from tha

one day a little boy was crying, he was so sad his mum died he loved his mum to much and he ran away. He ran as fast as he could he ran to...

I could not help it but sometime after the 13th hour of the Regional Chewing Finals I fell asleep. The last event I can remember was the 3rd Bleu Cheese Chew when Tony's bleu was

I intended to follow in the footsteps of Pierre Menard & write a book that has already been written long before. The book I was going to write was Oedipus in Disneyland. Molloy had

I longed for the times when I was still new, still fresh. But I have become stale like old bread. I passed the mic to the next recovery member.

It is a fact, as factual as a fact can be factual; I'm neither a politician nor a journalist. It is a fact that twigs and berries and strawberry creams are always in my dreams!

Lewis Grolshak stormed into the "Rec" room demanding somebody cough up his The Blue Magoos LP that had gone missing from his dorm room just now. "You ain't seen nothing", he said

& so it happened,as I said it would, but then I also said I'd say that and so I did. But this was never about me anyway. Was it? When I asked myself for the answers, who but me cou

They left behind a trail of shadows as they raced across the leafy path. The wind blowing through the tree forest halls, and they were wolves, king of the woods, Wise and knowing.

In translating the teachings of General Custer from the original Martian dklopii I have taken as my warning Gen. Custer's admonishment to the Serenity 3 Survivors (Rev 14.321): Say

I could feel the angel's wing besides me in the earth, her pin feathers wrapping themselves onto each touch. Each part yearning for touch, for the spark when We have met the enemy

I was 7 when he first sent me to bring the pussy. I searched and searched until it was dark out and Papa slipped in his visit with Aunt Clymenestra and the Philip Batemans.

It feels like Pali. I tasted the Pali including the word and Pali. (logos & Pali) probably and the dumbfucks that love them. That supported our image of Bali. Probably. Most likely

Openly being subtle she suggested this moment was the only member of her group. As it should be but I am sure she meant in a different way. I think she is having another experience

Soft supple caresses were the touch of a mother on her sweet permanently sleeping newborn's cheek. For give me for giving you the dying gene.

I stood atop the metal grate with the waters up to my knees & held her lifeless body clear of the runoff. I just stood there staring into her dead eyes asking her why with my tears

Twenty three years after the cessation of hostilities throughout the former United States else, Alvarez, Texas continued their fight against the Trumpets and the Trumpet collaborat

I told him that he should never image that he could get me to honor our deal after what he did to the French Cuff Man. He flatly maligned him every which way but right. It would be

The first shuttle came and went and he was still waiting for a customer. Some choices needed witnessing. He hopes his next actions fit the bill. He conjured up Sir Plus.