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She whispers and tickles just inside your ear, "Let me show you something!" You know her sea is deep and green and blue and sailing ther..

It is nasty here in this broken down prison. It’s old, has holes wheremortarheld it together before back surgerywas a band aid. At l..

ETHEREAL I’ve read the ancients could not see blue and it was the last color named. How, I wonder, did the sky appear to them, or..

Have I died yet, I wonder? The whole business takes so long. I wonder why? Especially since a long time isn’t, really. A..

I’d never heard of Jefferson, Texas, but we stopped at their local Micky’s for a large, unsweet iced tea. I waited while you ..

When they took her head,or his,the only thing left wasone lastspark of lightglimpsed as eyesrolled and tumbled, one last roar of the crowd, and..

I am afraid to writeabout Plato’s cave.I have no confidence thatanyone new has explored itsdepths and will have an ideawhat I’m tal..

I have said before that my brain has a mind of its own... and I have no reason to lie. But there you were with all that mass con..

I’ve got the chills. I don’t like it here where the pieces of my puzzle are scattered across the room and down the hall. It&r..

Berserker. Unrestrained. Grinning. Do I look like the kind of man who would let guilt ride his neck like a monkey? Or pity t..