Interviewer: So, you walk on water, right? How is that possible? Jesus Lizard: Well, I only run on water, and upright on my hind legs. Haha, if I tried just walking on water I’d sink quicker than St. Peter!

Killing trees is a crime against the earth. A crime against the earth is a crime against the universe. A crime against the universe is a crime against all beings.Killing birds is a crime against skyand wind. Killing humans is genocide.Why do we never ask what…

Creating a world in which no one believes . . . killing a world in which no one could believe.

The ambient sound wheezes on.

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Maybe you could buy a Volunteer,” Carol suggested. Ma huffed. “You know we don't have the money for that. And besides I never liked the idea of Volunteers — taking advantage of the poor like that.”

Ian Markham stood before the massive triangular window of Circularity's pyramidal office building. Its Technicolor hologram, a coup in advertising sloganeering, urgently flashed the company's ubiquitous tagline—IT'S NOT JUST AN ADVENTURE. IT'S A SECOND CHANCE! …

BLIND-SIDED 1 The humid night air clung to Julio's skin as he and Marco stepped off the bus near campus, laughter trailing behind them like the smell of esquites from the street vendor across the road. The political rally had been noisy and full of energy - and…

A glance—I dissolved completely.

This poem begins my poetry collection. It is about the pain and suffering I experienced when I had an attack of two pulmonary embolisms, one in the right lung, one in the left. This nearly killed me. I lived with the pain in my lungs whenever I took a bre

All that loves green produces green.

An eye patch waits aslant his passenger seat.

Because I'm old and this is the Way I Do Things now...

the only thing that impresses me now is the state of my inebriation

The wind comes up relentless in the afternoon

True story

And aren't we are so then so rarely The hero in another's story When we want to be. And why are we so always Rounding stories on the heroes Who don't want to be? And aren't we are so then are so rarely Heroes in each others' …