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Sick Story Time: The Hidden Visitor
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Go to bed,. Once while I was hiking deep in the Ozark mountains near Eden Falls cave, I spotted an insect that has yet to be classified by entomologists. The reason for that, is because unlike a dragonfly, this black beauty doesn't have wings affixed to its thorax. The body itself is connected by a hinge which effectively renders it invisible to the naked eye, upon taking flight. It doesn't have a pair of wings; it is a pair of wings. It's about two inches long and deadly as a diamond. I carefully exhale...
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Sick Story Time: April 2014
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Go to bed,. This stopped me short for a minute while I pondered how bizarre that was. I was literally standing at the end of the well-worn footpath and gazing into darkly overgrown woods. What the hell? I observed the flow of these organisms or whatever they were was now synced up to form a closed loop flowing counter-clockwise. " Widdershins. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). So many dead lines. remote scanning for the few live wires. feeling in the dark with hands bound. look what i have found...We discov...
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Sick Story Time: August 2014
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Go to bed,. The Time of Anarchia. It is a time of frustration amid conquest, a time for killing bees in order to keep our lawns tidy and clean. A time when citizenship means tainting one's innocence with the complicity of mass suicide. A time when all one can do is wink and think " That's the problem though, isn't it? Thinking about it in the first place. T was a time for starting over and beginning new stories. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Time of Anarchia. View my complete profile. Words and stories...
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Sick Story Time: March 2011
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Go to bed,. The meshPasser undergoes an a priori. Under the auspices of a normal Heberin outing, there cannot be an individual's comprehension of one's own role in the undertaking, for the nature of the Collective is to forego individuality itself in favor of the enhancement of a group soma. Club is engendered, and a section of the CITIcurb rises from the fog and acclimates itself resolutely against his fallen body. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. WAITING FOR THE END. Words and stor...
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Sick Story Time: February 2010
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Go to bed,. The Receding Horizon of Tomorrow's Dream. A starfire came winnowing up from the fanning motion caused unwittingly by three mule men sitting at a polished obsidian table playing Cabron. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). The Receding Horizon of Tomorrows Dream. So many dead lines. remote scanning for the few live wires. feeling in the dark with hands bound. look what i have found. All my poems © shaun a. lawton I am the editor of the Freezine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. View my complete profile.
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Sick Story Time: The Receding Horizon of Tomorrow's Dream
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Go to bed,. The Receding Horizon of Tomorrow's Dream. A starfire came winnowing up from the fanning motion caused unwittingly by three mule men sitting at a polished obsidian table playing Cabron. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Receding Horizon of Tomorrows Dream. View my complete profile. Folk tale Satyr Amerind hybrid union dance shadowthrown in hive chambers of honey light andromorphous scream in self-sa. The Receding Horizon of Tomorrow's Dream. WAITING FOR THE END.
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polyentendre by shaun lawton: Light
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Polyentendre by shaun lawton. I've scattered various Amendments of our Bill of Rights throughout the early development of this blog. I have made certain line edits and chosen to italicize and embolden particular words or phrases. The words themselves have not been changed. Shimmying Notes on Astral Undercurrents. Ever get the feeling you are being spruced up and pruned down. Ever feel as if you have been placed alongside a row of copies. Ever get the feeling you as a copy yourself were never selected.
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Sick Story Time: Leaf Course
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Go to bed,. This stopped me short for a minute while I pondered how bizarre that was. I was literally standing at the end of the well-worn footpath and gazing into darkly overgrown woods. What the hell? I observed the flow of these organisms or whatever they were was now synced up to form a closed loop flowing counter-clockwise. " Widdershins. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). So many dead lines. remote scanning for the few live wires. feeling in the dark with hands bound. look what i have ...We discov...
