Note to self: Ground Cumin is not a good alternative to Cinnamon Sugar. My French Toast was a chore getting through this morning. The children finished theirs like champs, though.

Never having been offplanet, I turned into the proverbial gomer once I boarded the visiting alienship. I had to keep telling myself not to gawk. This could mean good word of mouth.

Judas got stage fright and the worst kind too, a righteous fright. Because he knew he didn’t want that limelight like this. He had taken blood money to kneecap the principal so he

I was going to pitch my intake protuberance in the booster flange set. We'd solved the backend spluce by utilizing an old blacksmithing technique we'd gleaned off Northern Exposure

Imagine a life imagined to imagine imagine life can imagine life imagined by an Imagination imagined imaginary, as an emanation out of the world of forms, or, at least, away from a

You're wrong about that. War is art in a more visceral medium. War is art in another form. Art itself is the death of meaning, a war on context. Art is entropy.

On my undeterminate day at my job in Bureau K I was finally introduced to the wash basin outside the peacock garden. My introduction to it came about through the ministrations of a

I leave it up to you to decide whether this will burnish or tarnish our plate mail. We, yes we, have seen through the deceit & the fog of whatabouts put out by the propagandists.

When a third banana didn't cut it she pulled out a great big firm carrot to fill her gob. She started to have second thoughts about abusing the carrot in this particular way. Smoke

There were other ways. Unlike the Library of Babel, this maze has an answer. We just need to step outside of that answer. The incompleteness will kick us out. Intent applied when

I've been given a box of fruits & vegetables. Some of which I do not recognize. Maybe I used to, I don't do so now. One, pear-like, rough skin, pockmarked, not prickly, dense, wide

I have to look up how to eat a pineapple. Only in English is pineapple possible. I bet I used to know how to eat a pineapple. Now it seems so alien to me. It's look is accusatory.

I might have said what I said. But I don't think I said what you think I said, even if that is what I said I said I said. As you say, who is to say? Wouldn't you say? Please, stay.

Having found myself a secluded dell, I set about preparing my campsite. The lean of the hillock and the thickness of the thicket promised a fire & a hot dinner. No stone soup today

Having succeeded in lying to myself that I would survive the night, I set about doing that; surviving. This seemed too well planed for them to leave my actions to chance. My limits

They would have to take a chance on which drive was running the show with me. Was it my wanting to stay alive? My drive to finish the mission? My drive to wreak my vengeance? Emma?

I hate this bullet. Not because it killed me. But because it killed Emma & me. Emma would have to linger on. I wish I could tell her that I free her from our selfish wish. Eternity

When Rostov was on the ground. Watching the clouds. Thinking he was dying. He didn't think of her lips. He didn't sniff his memory for her smell. Sonya was over the horizon, later.

Later, when he didn't end up dying. Not like he thought anyway. Sonya was there anymore. She'd gone on to the Crimea to find the Nightingale. I did find her daughter, Fanfire. Evil

I know most people would find the idea of being forced to make hamburgers by necessity, a no brainer. I do. I, however, lacking said brain, do make it a no brainer. Choices are to