I first met Caspar Hauser on a tour of Henry Darger's apartment. I think he was living there. I think I saw him three times and heard his squeak just the one time. His clothes were

Sometimes I think that if I hadn't been a obese woman with low self esteem from the wrong side of the tracks, I might have been somebody else. Maybe a toll collector living behind

Desecration. That is what it was. A desecration, a spit in the eye, to the whole Tree of Life rationale behind our lives. That is what it was. She couldn't sugar coat it anymore. I

Most of the time my words mean a specific generalized inarticulacy bordering on ineffability or the True Name of GOD. The same goes for my silences. It is both & not a curse word.

I mean, that when I put them down, they and I mean what they mean because I am meaning for them to mean it so. I'm not going to ask you if you know what I mean. I mean you to know.

Which is how you exist at all. If I hadn't given you the chance to make the right choice I wouldn't have had the doubt in the first place. My doubt created you. I wasn't going to

Let us revisit the Brenda Function. Sadly, little progress has been made in The Work, as Professor Doc Emeritus [NOT HIS REAL NAME] called it. Preliminary explorations is where it

I was just here. You know. Minding my nothing. Yeah, and then, just like that, I wanted to listen to Loreena McKennitt. I don't know why. Anything but The Mummer's Dance. Enya must

Working the front desk at night at the morgue gives me lots of time to spend on FOLDINGSTORY™. Most nights all the action is in the back & I babysit the ghouls who hang around the

I was afraid of this. Once you put Loreena on the algorithms start skewing whiter and whiter. Before long you've wandered into Teshland. No, no, no. A big nope on that one. BRB.

I'd rather listen to the whales or the wolves. Maybe if we listened to them they might listen to us. Look at the fox and the grapes. Look at the hill and the eye. Do you think you

Trance Music for the Office was my wheelhouse. I also did pretty well with soccer moms who had a lot of time to kill between Kwan's games. My wheelhouse was also a house on wheels.

Then there was the time that the Captain of the Saragossa inadvertently called a quasi-autonomous hologram Merlin to the bridge during battle. Merlin attempted to call the dragon.

I don't know how it happened. I'll blame the pandemic. I just discovered that there is nary a drop of mustard in my hovel. None. Nada. Zilch. Nil. ME WITHOUT MUSTARD! Bad enough I

The coke can was exactly where I left it 23 minutes ago. It had changed since then. It was older, warmer, settled down. I thought about agitating it, getting its gases going.

It wasn't quite cold turkey if I was going to race to the end. I counted it as such anyway. All the other stuff that came along with racing to the end was gravy to be left behind.

In this case a flash was preferable to a slow glowing ember. I was willing to risk getting my ass burnt Jeremiah style for this one. The Laugher said it true. Fight your own bears.

Rachel Martinez walked out of the recruiter's office chewing on the pitch she had just gotten. She didn't want to end up like Ruby or Keisha, her sisters. It was like getting poked

The opposite of a truth may be another truth. We’ll never know though because we were too busy stealing the coupons out of a stack of newspapers. The Mustard Hut was offering 3 for

Pyrrh took Little Nell to heart. Whenever her human read her the original ending Pyrrh would purr until it hurt them both. When she heard later, in another life, that Little Nell