Bolivia and Chartreuse were cleaning Master's things. They both knew what Master liked & didn't like. And he didn't like them not liking each other even though they didn't like it.

Or was that licking each other? That reminds of that time that Wombat & I were at the Bonneville Flats testing some craptech. My other friend, Wombat from Encino, called just as an

So there we were hiding in the arroyo. Most of us dead or dying. We were out of ammunition. Fine for now, but they would be back near sundown. I'd been shot 3 times & an arrow was

I didn't realize the old chestnut about losing your grip on reality held water. Every time that I'm holding reality, I can feel it slipping away from me. Then I slip away from me …

'Something is amiss, Miss Missasaguachonichanaqua, with your passport and the Captain has asked you not to be seated with the Lecher of Bernaise until it has been cleared up. We do

While overscaning the its assigned deca-quadrant IU4x Umlaut heard two adolescent girls deriding another for looking like she still "printed her clothes at home". Query targeted

Describe how the girl accused of still printing her clothes at home must feel when I reveal to you that she does get her clothes at the Government Boutique. Like a Real Patriot.

So this interlude the Secdroid overheard was not just middle school girls bantering and being bitches to their best friends. This was about loyalty & who was ready for the koolaid.

The other day it was the Emerald Pavilion. Today it was the sandworms of Dune that I saw on the wall. They were writing something on the subway cars. Something the Fremen didn't

It is called word salad. I have it every day now. Sometimes I go back for seconds and thirds and fourths, and fifths, and 11ths. 11ths is hard because I never go for 10ths, 9ths,

Then there was now that I forgot the spoken word isn't always the same as the written word. The edges and most of the echos are lost or muffled or the other way around back. By the

Oh great. I guess I forgot that one. Tally up another symptom on that spectrum you were politely whispering about. Still being atypical. 3% REPRESENTS. Sound but not the senses.

Broken fences and broken lances need a strong arm to put them right. It was the night of St. Suplice's Day and our Phaeton had lost a wheel on the Epernay road. Miss Emma had sworn

When did we all become zombies hungry for brains. It isn't brains the zombies want. They're after information. They want to know what happened to them. Maybe another brain knows.

Kids, I know you think being a zombie is cool. You don't have to worry what you look like. You don't have to go to school. You get to go wherever you like unless there is a fence.

Just another reminder that nothing I write here is about me. Aeon Peck is not my name spelled backwards. I've never been to the Arcturus Station in corpi. Only via holo-conference.

I have tried this style before. Simple sentences. Some with hidden verbs. I guess that makes them less than simple. I heard an alert. That is why I have ears. I saw the night. That

I guess I am zombie positive. I mean, look around. I wish more people had brains. Like the so called sandwich artist that doesn't know you can have a heated sandwich without toasti

Was it Kierkegaard who said “love is war by another name”? It doesn’t sound like him. What do I know? I don’t know what walking along the canals might make me say about Tin Tin.

I suspect. I really do. I suspect that you suspect too. What other thing is there to do? I suspect nothing. And I suspect everything. I suspect myself and I especially suspect you.