Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.
Back to the company. Back to business. Back to the parade of years. Back to the annals. Back to fear.
Best way out, Elmo observed laconically, would be to kill everybody who knows anything, then all of us fall on our swords.Sounds a little extreme, Goblin opined. But if you want to go first, I’m right...
Consider little children. There are not many of them not cute and lovable and precious, sweet as whipped honey and butter. So where do all the wicked people come from?
Don’t you guys ever sleep? Sleep? What’s that? Wait! Yeah! I remember. They used to let me do that when I was in the army. Once a week whether I needed it or not.
Even Brownie had a comment, a small doggie whimper. She leaned against the outside of my right thigh. Yeah. I started scratching ears. Those beasts have selectively bred us for thousands of years.
Fate is a fickle bitch who dotes on irony.
God Save the Queen.’ Which is a particularly filthy drinking song about a cross-dressing fellow who has mad skills as a streetwalker but often gets
I am a haunted man. I am haunted by the Limper’s screams. I am haunted by the Lady’s laughter. I am haunted by my suspicion that we are furthering the cause of something that deserves to be scrubbed f...
I was my usual charming morning self, threatening blood feud with anyone fool enough to disturb my dreams.
None of us are going to get out of this alive so we might as well grab a laugh while we can.
But maybe there is a force for greater good, created by our unconscious minds conjoined, that becomes an independent power greater than the sum of its parts.
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