"That's a king's ransom in dollops," said Elfwyn, holding the adorable, Keebler-sized GAP ledger in a tiny hand. "How the hell could 80 thousand dollops disappear? We're sunk!"

would go right to their scalps, pinning them back to back. "How did we get out of this last time?" One would ask the other. "Scissors, and more LSD," would be the reply. The braid

Though I had eaten a sandwich and drank sacramental wine, it sure tasted like humble pie as God slapped the holy hell out of me for cussin'. Anyway, I can't swear anymore, so

Pairs well with prescience and plums, allowing your gnostic guests to feel the fruity flavor before they bite. For more about future-flavor, see page 21's recipe for E-S-Pancakes.

atin infused Fruit of the Tree of Knowledge, not an apple. To be followed by weeks of wallet depleting therapies in an effort to removed the ability to participate at capitalism.

airport security line so he could take the 9:25 to Chicago and fly it right 'on up to the sun and feed it proper. "You can't pass security with a bucket of metal, sir," the TSA

remind her about it. Now that my niece is a teenager I get out the hideous shirt she picked for me when she was 3. I wear it when she visits. I photobomb her while wearing it, too.

the daycare center in about...she couldn't tell time.It would be soon.Soon she would rave about how many barbies she had, and how rich her mommy was.But none of this kids knew

could only mean war had broken out in between all the Heavens and all the Hells. As if to prove that very point Thor's hammer, Mjolnir, blasted open The Pearly Gates. The archangel

all over the floor of the car, and the ground of the Parkway, Carpetbaggers shoes dropped all over. She yelled, "Ying Yang!" as her day reversed the negative of his. She would r

belt jump to get through the Oort Clouds and out of the Galaxy, because all that the Human Race left behind was a small note, a picture that his Mother left behind of a place to go

Airplane circuit, and Amelia Earheart, flew out of the Broadway Theatre House, just in time to play some Russian Roulette, to figure out the Trigger to my Dear Juliet. Out from th

d latex gloves all the time, his time travelling abilities were being weakened. But Frank was such a clean freak, he would just use his abilities to go around and clean history,

Rhonda thought that the Fork did this, and all of the T-BONE steaks were markers of something that needed fixing, The Code name of the processing plant was Shakti/Kalki Inc. which

the Government was washing her, but didn't understand the Pink Lotus that sat upon his head. His telepathy channels were tied, and hers weren't, so they worked together as 1/4 of

of Austria, Australia, ad even above it in space near Atria and the Southern Triangle. But there was a wormhole in space whose quasars held something deeply hidden. If too much w

"And who might that someone not be exactly Drago," she asked frostily as she took a nibble at a fresh horse heart. Ever since the twins she hasn't had much of an appetite for it.

Just before the contest started Jackie Burkhart walked between them and then around the clearing wearing a chic yellow see-through burkha with a sign noting the round number.

concerned when we forgot our Folding. The scratchy chill hit us then. Tick, tick, tick-tock, yo! Damn! Head down that green hall under the barrow. The skulls shouldn't concern you.

I heard he "devoured his vision". Totally different than eating his eye. I also think I heard it was not a gallon but a "gall on his umbilical cord" and that was the reason he ate