"These continue to be the wondrous times when every man tries to find a formula for keeping the stranger's fingers from his throat."

-Walt Kelly

In Lieu of an Epigraph ( Read more... )

"Travel with the Skandars," he says. "Continue to juggle. Master the art more thoroughly. Keep close watch on my dreams. Bide my time, seek to comprehend. What else can I do, Carabella? What else can I do?"

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'Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to ( Read more... )

'Four inert bodies sank through spinning blackness. Conciousness had died, cold oblivion pulled the bodies down and down into the pit of unbeing. The roar of silence echoed dismally around them and they sank at last into a dark and bitter sea of heaving red that slowly engulfed them, seemingly for ever ( Read more... )

Two crazy old men just recorded an accapella version of the itsy bitsy spider. It was I! It was my friend Frank ( Read more... )

" The chamber begins to glow with warm luminosity, the color of new grass, a light like ground emeralds: the mask has slits at the level of the eyes; you look at Celestina, masked. She approaches, she removes your caftan, revealing your nakedness, the caftan falls to the floor. Naked, with the terrible stump of your mutilated arm. Celistina removes ( Read more... )

"'Senor, may the shepherds come beneath my windows to shear their sheep, and perhaps sing me a few songs ( Read more... )

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