Finished Folds (1561—1580)
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4Scorpios often trust their horoscopes. But at the Peking House, the waitress told Gerald they were out of crispy bean curd, and they did not serve cats. A guy at the next table
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7devolved into fifty shades of aquatic erotica. The octopus did most of the writing, surprisingly, then hid in an ancient jar while the dolphin edited it and threw in a few
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3Within a few weeks, a new religion had been born via Facebook and Twitter, with a billion adherents. "We're not here to control other people or set things on fire, we're here to
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4"Sure, the world is full of crazy people. But what is to be done?" asked Lenin17. "Where's my golden limo?" implored Lenin14. "I know what I seek. Please direct me to the Zone,"
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6Oprah asked, "But otherwise you're normal?" Boneparte thought for a moment. "Yeah. But I wish these utterances would come in quatrains or that I could claim Nostradamus as an
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2A simple shopping trip turned into a Hitchcockian maze. Should J. Edgar pursue Ed Wood, or navigate the aisles in his own elegant but inferior dress, hoping that some handsome stra
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2reacted variously or not to Sensei Shih's juicy Jamaican vacation plans. Some were outraged, some checked their calendars, two thought of publishing deals -- Zen students are no
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2with his svelte new limbs, a Versace suit and a dazzling set of shoes, people took notice. Muddymuddskipper paused to adjust a cuff then approached the casino's cashier. "Three bil
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6I was delighted to comply. "Youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre
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9The Creator of the Cosmos said "Behold!" and after quite a long while of incremental development there eventually arose some bickering here and there, and contretemps besides. This
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3and I sprinkled him with glitter. That's all I had -- that and an unexpected will to forgive. Such muscular contortions of disdain we tiny beings exert! The Creator of the Cosmos
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2, lulled by the rhythms of the familiar tale and her own smug world-view, as the children looked at each other and began to bare their fangs. Story Lady didn't have a chance
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5At the Boar and Chicklet, Angelo Trotter spoke from his fifth pint. "We're all just tips of icebergs, you know, exchanging fragments of spiderwebs." Meanwhile, at the dart-board,
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3Mothra circled the night sky looking for Fantômas. He could be anyone, perhaps even herself. She maintained her vigil, setting aside her enjoyment of the city lights. Mothra had a
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2500 useless channels of people full of television. There was a time when people could be full of themselves, and sure some might object -- but those days were gone. No pods needed
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9long feared that he might even be late to his own funeral. Even so, and often briefly, many bands hired Mike "Slo-Mo" Brenner because he could bring time to a standstill and people
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4We treasured that gravel in the way that only early grievers can. We were all bicyclists and had no use for gravel, but this was Mom's gift to us, as she slaved in the pits to put
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5weary head upon a pillow spritzed with Cheddar-Pretzel Febreeze would be somewhat delayed by
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4"Number One, thanks for taking care of this." Picard sipped his damn tea with his damnable level gaze. Damn his eyes! I took a stand. "Sir. If you are asking me to set Worf on fire
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5"Cabbages for Babbages, eh?" Charles was delighted and patted his stricken friend on the shoulder. Tesla muttered, "Sanskrit, gematria? This cannot be!" His eyes emitted excess qi