Lewanda Latootles, of the Portsmouth Latootles, was besides herself trying to keep track of what she was protesting this week. She hoped for no flip flops. That hurts her Patreon.

From multi-observer points of view, the blade never arrives to behead Aeon Peck. It ceases to exist and almost 0.03 nanoseconds later a clone emerges below his throat & down. Momen

The whole headsman's axe disappeared. Not just the bit that almost touched neck. All the way up into the headman's hands, gone. A swoosh of air to replace the sudden empty space.

The 2020 Psychic Wars were complicated by all the suburban meditation dilettantes cluttering the Overmind with their lockdown frustrations and Zoom resentments. The fog of war

There seems to be a lot of information about the cat dimension. I had no idea it existed. It seems to be no big deal to most people. If I ask they shrug at me. "Why isn't up down?"

I don't think I am asking big questions like that. The cat dimension seems to bring out the Calvinist in us all. I'd like to think I got more Diamond sutra in me than that. That's

My Parkinsons has drastically improved my calligraphy. Nobody can read them still. But they're buying them up as abstract art. Making me rich. I'd prefer not having the Parkinsons.

Tik Tok never bothered with the 4th. Nobody cared. It irked him when people would keep saying his name over and over whenever they'd see him. They thought it was funny. Never was.

The argument went like this. Being omnipresent creeps people out. I'm omnipresent. Therefore, I creep people out. I'm a creep. That was a sucker punch God didn't see coming.

"I'll raise her to hyphenate if it is needed." I'm surprised it was still needing to be said. Catching up for the sins of the past was no party. The system was invisible in how in

That also implies that the world as we experience it is teleological. For what end? Far be it for me to the be that guy, but what if there is no end. What if existence is a glitch?

Robin Cruces found himself alone on a blank page. His being found filled the page. It all started when Mr. Twaddle of 34 Hobbs Lane, in the Terran Enclave, attempted to subscribe

Everybody has their own stink. We're animals. We stink. Each stink is unique. Some stinks are more unique than others. "So, this old stank raised a stink over some skank's skunk."

In order, he claimed, to honor her with his seed. He wanted to honor her with his seed. Honor with his seed. Honor. Seed. H … , S … ad infinitum.

Don Scotus was constantly being trapped into searching diligently for a long time before realizing what it was he was looking for & if & where he had already seen it in his search.

He was the kind of person that made every story about myself. I didn't ask to be this way. I'm just going with the flow baby. I lucked out and you didn't. It isn't my fault. You

We might end up with two War Presidents next year. One with the right, the other with the might. At least the might that money, blackmail, greed, pardons & immunity might. Plunder

A parade of men. That is what she finally started calling it to herself. That didn't sound like her mother. It looked like her mother but her mother's favorite word was whore. Nope

He was the kind of guy that was ready three times by the time he started getting ready. He wasn't ready today. He was, quite frankly, undercooked and downright runny. Why? The mob

X Marks the Pedwalk had become a civic duty after the Shifters started playing tricks on us. "You're so stodgy and opaque," my ex said. "Careful. I have invisible walls, too." The