It never occurs to most people to wonder where the bullet went after it bounced off of my head. The majority of its momentum had been dissipated by our encounter. It still managed

I hadn't been outside since noon but it had been a scorcher out there. I started hearing thunder. Odd, I thought. I glanced to the opaque window. It was bright. It was artillery, I

I started remembering what I thought were random events from my childhood. Vivid detailed memories that felt live. I realized the oddness I felt then had been me remembering now. I

They stripped her of all meaning; made an x of her. Made her solve for herself. Her variability was what defined her to everyone else; not so much for herself. The solution was her

They were just like us with their own brand of conceit and, yet, we couldn't stand to see them succeed. Even as it raised the water for rest of us as well. We saw their success as

I could never remember if it was Manson by Spahn Ranch or Spahn Ranch by Manson. It had to be one of those. Unless it wasn't. I didn't want to entertain the thought that it wasn't.

No body wanted to spend trillions of dolops hauling ore that proved problematic once it got to market. If you had it PreRegistry it was considered Cleaner; more lucrative. But also

Technically a newly discovered world was automatically on the Registry. The Registry, on the other hand, only claimed it so Provisionally, until a proper survey was done. Which did

The moment I sat down to relax every muscle I had decided to remind me of their existence and that their condition was SORE. "I know! I see you. I FEEL YOU! Who's does endorphins?"

When I was being inculcated in things biblical, I was led to believe that for the most part Armageddon would be a bad thing for most of us. Evangelicals think it is a good thing.

Just for grins & giggles I decided to compare the antichrist to some random orange faced buffoon that might come down the pike. Orange man was almost a perfect match for antichrist

Even where he falls short of antichrist, military genius, Orange Man claims to be one and for his undesirable rabblerousers (see brownshirts) that is good enough. Perfect Match.

I feel like Cassandra shouting out the futures that we're fumbling into, warning us about the obvious disaster that is coming. Lke with her, nobody who hears me heeds what I say.

At the most, they will remember that they ate. Or at least didn't go hungry that evening. At least, not hungry for victuals. Blood & lust had their own bill of fares, or sometimes,

I'm apologize for trying to blame Sales for overbooking. The blame is all mine. The Grand Design had no role for Clive Smidgeons. A soul for Clive Smidgeons was a contingency plan.

The soul that would have been Clive Smidgeons was just hanging around; waiting to become Clive Smidgeons by not practicing to be anybody else but Clive Smidgeons. A mix-up in sales

Metatron & I were chasing the green fairy when he let slip that there are about a dozen or so people that fell through God's fingers. "What does that mean?" Suddenly sober, he

I really stepped in it this time. I now see the ugly way that last one might come off. I did not mean it that way. It is out there now & most who do see that won't see this. Doh!

For those who might be interested, I came clean about Frank Velcher on my profile page. I might remember it all wrong but the way I remember it is the right way to remember it. For

It is true that I might use too much elbow and pelvis remembering things. Nobody ever taught me the proper way to remember. Most of my life I've been remembering on the fly. Seems