That there is a reaction is one thing. Is it the right action? Does it achieve a purpose? Should it? Every time that you press the red button you blow up. Does that mean the red

Sometimes, as soon as I know that I am looking for something, I'll start looking for it before I even know what it is that i am looking forward. It might be the first thing I see.

Like just now. I knew I was looking for something on the table. It was there, I knew. The first thing I saw was my black torch. I continued looking for what I was searching for.

The spider slid a printed copy of the memo across the table at me by using a bank shot off the minute taker’s water glass. I looked at it and nodded that I’d seen it before. Judge

Suddenly the moment was all in my face demanding I made an ethical choice for it. So that it doesn't end up like just another wave sliding up the Embarcadero demonstrating wetness.

Why at these high doses were we still in microdosing territory? The road signs that kept showing up pointing out the road not taken, exclusively, began to take their toll on my psy

Oh, the repeated stepping into the icy waters in the dark shtick was wearing thin too. I could well imagine the flesh solidifying without your parlor tricks to up the ante, thanks.

The trick, as it always is, is to take that energy and use to do some of the heavy lifting. Sometimes, literal heavy lifting. Or at least, moving this filing cabinet closer to the

Just because I don't use those muscles very often doesn't mean that I've forgotten how to use them. I can very easily ramp them up for whatever you have in mind. Or maybe, whoever.

Whatever direction you're coming at me from, just know, I'm a raw nerve chomping at the bit to sink my teeth into your hide for whatever the reason. No reason is the best reason!

The avenue of light the stars afforded me tonight leaves me in awe. But only because your seeking gaze comes at me like a playful kitten. That susurration intimating a surrender of

Ain't even a bulb anymore. No, it is some glass spiral ass pig dick shit that even that is so last century that you're wondering if you got all 13 of your crackerjack buttons left.

The Rasputin dragging myself out of the frozen Neva routine was getting old. As old as these scars that I have in place of my Russian manhood that lies suppurated upon the annals

A History written by the vanquished. Each letter written in blood. Each syllable not spoken a syllable forgotten. A wish to unspeak the wrong deemed wrong itself. Where goes that

I have never understood the whole concept of "without further ado" always being followed by further ado.

Another one that puzzles me is, "Now the man who needs no introduction", is always followed by them introducing the man they said needed no introduction.

Ike liked Wilkes-Booth Bootlickers, French Ticklers, & Apothecary by Royal decree Brothers bagels in the morning with his raw egg & kale slurry. It soothed his Hessian roots he was

"First off, WTF is this, "allow me to tell you my life story" shit. You didn't give me a chance to allow or not allow a damned thing. You just showed up already running your story.

God didn't create the world so much as he's running a multifaceted simulation of a world. A world where the 1st thing he did was create Seraphim; who's only job is to praise him.

"I didn't get a harrumph from that seraphim," God said to his Messenger, the archangel Gabriel. Gabriel looked around. "Which seraphim, Lord Almighty?" "I was what it was & never