Now, answer the following: Where do you see

Now, answer the following: Where do you see yourself in five years? How about ten years? Fifty? A thousand? How about when the sun is a burnt-out cinder? Huh? How 'bout it?

In 5 years I'll succumb to Grecian formula, coeds with no work ethic & a red Barchetta, in 10 I'll reap the damage, in 50, pushing up daisies, by 1000 mulch, when the sun winks out

the universe will implode into itself, everything will be pulled into the black vortex until it because a dense, hard, lightless spec. And that's where this story begins.

The universe bounced back on itself, exploding in to new and crazy elements that had never existed the previous bounce. Elements that could float matter; elements that had hard,

crunchy textures you are awesome!

Oh yes! I feel you against my teeth, all granular and snappy. You give, but oh so gently to my gnashing. And the sound- oh rapture- the gravelly sound of your breakage! It sends me

into a place beyond heaven the snapping of bone in my jaws the crisp crunch. My eyes roll into the back of my head, so orgasmically. Then He appears dressed in a silk suit and hold

A folding story. Mr. Scythe and I passed the story around until everyone forgot their stop. We were lost in a lost world. Venus was now a morning star so we had to look at the

dark stars within our own hearts, take them out, say our goodbyes, and place them in the plastic wastebasket at the front of the bus. "Sit the hell down, all of you, or I'm driving

outta the bus lane, turning round & starting the route all over again!" So the passengers sat holding their stars in their hands until they reached the terminus of their journey.