The thing is, if one looks hard enough for a message or pattern, it's always there to find. The monitoring scans mistook my fantasy football statistics spreadsheet for IFF data and

But they are not places where cats should be roaming. No, the cat's biome is not the beach. Rather, it is the jungle, where they can roam free and rub their scruffy fur against

The gentle, yet pungent aroma of the rosemary overcame them, the lovers of white sheets, almost as if by magic. They doffed their sheets, unfettered now, into the dark clouds.

Trash would get out. Just the simple fact of our Being caused detritus in our local ontic field. Throw in utterance and the issues only cascaded and reverberated in a Null field.

As he didn't seem all that concern about it, I shucked it off and got back to finishing my business with this fount of wisdom that he wasn't. "Where is the dropped shoe now?" A pin

I took a hessian sack from the boot of my car and loaded the pieces evidence in. However, where there's cutlery, there's crockery. I set about searching for a giveaway plate.

straight into the sun. He then became the sun and illuminated parts of the galaxy, while

Who even buys those? Not metal manufacturers, surely those are automated in some way. And there's surely no restaurants that use industrial sponges. Still, I was selling a meager

ing that can see through people's bullshit! I do know how to work Photoshop and alter the truth. Sara never saw it coming when I posted those fake photos of her with Jerome. That i

or didn't. But instead of making me feel small it made me angry. So the Cosmos wants to see me as a nobody? A speck in the space-time continuum. Well we'll see about that. I expect

the appeal. I have to admit I didn't. For the longest time I refused to eat fresh baked bread. People, and me, would say, "The heads at your feet are dead, might as well eat with

, recalling nights spend on the street with only cement as a pillow. The rats would skitter over all of the ones rejected by society, all the ones with no place to belong to. Jim

to end all folds. "But nay," she told herself, "one must allow for alien divagations and downstream meanderings." She retorted to herself, "Hell, no. This fold ends now. The end."

They fall into a wormhole; their tailing Thugs in tow. We witness each other's journey through a glass blown tunnel of smallish options. Careening cloud of kumquat custard, hex me!

The mini eldritch things bobbed up and down in the air, almost looking serene as they somehow gained on her car. Even when she floored it, they managed to match her speed.

"No, don't make me the leader, I'm just a comedian" said Dave, but we voted him down and made him the leader, anyway. He tried to run away from us, but we followed him, for he was

garage bands on the other side of the freeway", suggested Tim Suave, "maybe they have room in their garages for you special cacophony?" Ian loved it. BAM, we"re Special Cacophony

because he still hadn't pulled the sock out of his shorts and he could tell Linda was eyebanging his fake package something fierce. Schmuck whirled around, pulled out the sock, and

ly backed away from her, taking the opportunity to slide my boots back on. I wasn't going to let this woman get anywhere near my feet, especially my bunions!

was unstable. The ground on which they stood was a giant floating rock. Many other rocks were floating in the distance. Zach noted, "Dark." "Fresh.", Zak pointed. "How do people