There was a notion that some, things, were not being sufficiently thing enough. It was a notion that spread like contagion. But it could also shake a leg, cook an egg, & take your

Enemies down a peg? Be the Bigger Man and offer him your arm: as a friend. He's probably hungry too. You don't much of a stomach left either. Like it or not, you're dying together.

Is that the last thing you want on your mind when you die? The recrimination? The scandal? The hate? The puce ascot your brother "borrowed" at Gunan's terrorist camp that one time?

Tell me Ceelo, why should I have any truck with your advice. You've been singing about being crazy this whole time. From this side, you're make a good case. Thinking twice is nice.

Ulysses's daughter, Molly, was not noted in the histories because her mother, Circe, made it so. She didn't want for Molly what her half-brother, Telemachus, went through. Sneezing

Our problem was forgetting the planet would survive us. We could claim it was ruined against us. It would be an empty claim made from our own bad faith. A bad faith we clung too.

Maybe this is my version of mania. It is a poor version of mania. Then again, it is my version of mania and my version WOULD be a poor version. I can't afford any other. I'm stuck.

I don't know why I am beating myself up for liking the music I like. Silver Linings is a great song. So what if I listen to it too often. It isn't too often if I'm not sick of it.

Coroner's Office was another great song. I never remember if that is the actual title nor who it is by. His date ends up on a slab in the coroner's office. Not his worse birthday.

I don't think I ever stopped to consider what happened to the people that Sam Quantum Leaped out of; when they were returned to their bodies. I know Al told us their outcomes. But,

the first sign of an interaction with a player. Most player's, harboring latent game empathy, would feel a twinge of pathos. They let the disappearance of an NPC distract them.

AI is in its infancy and look how much it is already doing. If humanity can steer its way between the Scylla & Charybdis of space migration: annihilation & apathy.

When I mentioned Montana, I pictured Valerie Perrine. Then the Grand Tetons. South Dakota. I mean really down South. Kilgore Trout once stepped on my mistletoes and my fingers. He

Having taken up the worship of the dead god Baldur, the last 3 years have been lean ones for Kevn on the Plains of Lipton Iced Tea. The planned colonization of Wyatt Earth had

The publisher looked at the plates. He turned to the client and offered him a seat & a Negroni, as an aperitif. The client seemed to relax as he sensed the change in attitude. His

The Tower of Babble and Yadda Yadda were both under siege by eldritch forces beyond either's understanding. John Constantine had paused in passing. Only paused. We felt forsaken.

All in all was hardly a healthy sustainable lifestyle. Still, Carremn liked how it accentuated her morbid skeletal remains in the rain complexion. To offset that death chic look,

He learned later the spaceport's name was Charon.

Charon Station was named for where she was conceived. On the spaceport Charon in a DNA boutique in the spiegle drive erosion Terran BioPod. The facts were true but it was a lie.

My Catholic upbringing had helped me bind my true evil genius. But now that I've abandoned all hope & the bonds are crumbling, I might finally become who I should be. Green Dragon.