I stood in a desert. Everything was gone. Nothing but jagged, orange rocks around me; the sky, a deep blue, being a thin atmosphere. I was completely alone. The place was calming, and I was free to turn into a bird at any time. I knew this, but this was all I knew. In this dream, my reality was skewed, and I did not know anything else.

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A brief interlude to the stories, songs and scriptwriting. An intermission, where you can get some popcorn and a Rainbow Popsicle, and I can ramble about natural discoveries that people have already seen ( Read more... )

"The Earth rebels. My kind is dying. Soon there shall be a storm ( Read more... )

To the untrained eye, it was a chrome-plated garbage bin. To Ian Campbell, it was an old and plucky friend, the prototype he'd made for a secret line of espionage equipment aimed at the government-office market. To Illya Klymkiw, it was but one of many illicit technologies with which he decorated Klym Manor ( Read more... )

Okay, okay, now that I'm done with the angstrants.... time for a little questionnaire ( Read more... )

Tonight I take the evening train from Union Station to Quebec City, to be my father's cheerleader in the World Police and Fire Games, where he will be doing archery, and hopefully hitting none of his fellow firemen.

Shall return by week's end, toughened by endless streetfighting.

Jusqu'a la prochaine,
-Callahan

Cursed are thee who remain in the cycle, in the machine, too afraid to change gears. It shall all loop upon thee, and the stale joy found sprinkled upon the immediate spiritual surroundings shall quickly fade, until your life bases itself upon searching for it in a place that it has already died. The dust is not a goal, but instead a guide, telling ( Read more... )

The Count sets a beautiful stage. He has always been one for atmosphere, even while we were still tea-sipping whelps contemplating the universe to the crackling of vinyl and the burning of candles. It was in fact his velvety ability to create atmosphere that provided the catalyst for my spiritual awakening, back during the final days of the ( Read more... )

The day I learned of my powers was not an extraordinary surprise, but instead, something I felt had been long delayed. My new ability was often foreshadowed in my childhood, very subtly, so only the very observant ever knew there was something special. I do not believe anything truly unusual happened in my life, granting me the powers I now use (I’ ( Read more... )

I definately think all of you should read this essay. It is very inspiring as well as thought-provoking.

Thanks to my brother for sending it to me!

Philip K. Dick - How To Build A Universe That Doesn't Fall Apart Two Days Later

If it doesn't work, google it.