We are whirling and twirling out of control, but everything is under control. We are always being controlled, even when we don't know it. Someone has control of the controller.

Her friends fight back. She does not. Her friends die. She survives.

after a single day of working as a cook, Flippy the burger-flipping robot has stopped flipping. It wasn't the high pressure job, zero pay, or menial repetition that got to Flippy.

I finally understood toothpaste for dinner. It is still not my favorite but in a pinch it will do. I had a list to do. I woke in a room in my bed. My Sun in the sky. My earth under

What's more he was wearing wizard pajamas and touting red rope licorice in both hands. Clearly this was not the man we were meant to visit tonight. Nevermind that the pjs were

He'd just make up new lyrics to songs on the fly, much to the amusement - and annoyance - of others. Today he was singing, "Buh buh buh butterface, buh buh butterface" as he

I could spend an hour watching her garden and nothing more! And even when off-angle, tilting ever-so-closer to complete balance, both physical and mental balance I enjoy the view.

The Sun screamed, and Barnes smiled. "Such a miracle, brethen" He muttered

She stirred me…stimulated, motivated, and provoked me. Hours after we withdrew, she excited me…and thrilled me…and aroused me. ...I have no clue how I'm staying awake for this film

77 conjoined fighting fish, each a master in their own fish martial art, circled each other warily as the Colosseum slowly filled with water.

Let me hear you scream if you like sex! And what goes good with sex?! Drugs! And what goes good with sex and drugs?!?! ROCK AND ROLL!!! Brrrrnananana badadada doodle doodle boomchi

The recruitment officer stared at me. "A building's on fire, you have to save everyone inside. What are your preferred tactics?" I thought about it. "I like the orange ones. Why?"

Joel Hodgson regretted leaving Mystery SCience Theater 3000 because

I pulled up to Lunar Outpost 43, spent and filthy. "Lemme get 2 proteins, a carbo, and a double rehydrated Absinthe." I turned to the Martian next to me. "Looong day." It

He was attaching braces to the pumpkins teeth. "Ding Dong." He went to the door & opened "Trick or Treat!" He handed out toothbrushes. "They're sonic screwdrivers for your teeth"

To be one with the Tao is to be in balance with the dual polarities of your nature. One must be in flow with the universe. Which is why I have trouble with stop lights.

After being stopped countless times in customs due to my adermatoglyphia,I developed synthetic fingerprints from breathable membrane used in contacts. What started as a convenience

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Guten Morgen tönte es aus dem Garten.

I looked at my watch. It wass one of those binary gadget things, so it took me while to figure out the time, but there were still a few hours left. Good. I crept carefully through