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The simultaneous has swallowed the sequential. Linear time is no longer relevant.
There is only now.
It is preceded by the former now, and exists only long enough for the next now to leapfrog over it's fragile back.

Then is a lie your parents told you in the hope that you would grow up strong and virtuous, carrying on their values and ideas.

Later is vague promise, enticing you to forgo pleasure and accept responsibility.

Ladies and gentlemen, you can tell your new clock is working perfectly… Continue

"Target acquired, mission complete."

"Excellent work, Seven. Bring him back, and he will be re-installed."

"Yes, sir. Thank you sir."

Five took a moment to review the file, then passed through the shroud to meet the agent. "Hello," he said, "I'm Five, and I'm here to help."

"Who was I? Where was I? What happened this time?"

"You no longer are anything, or anyone," Five replied. "My boy, you barely were anyone. That physical mass you called home has been extinguished, and your… Continue

Her opaque, over-sized sunglasses added a hint of mystery. They looked perfect sitting atop her rose petal cheeks.

The young woman's most stunning feature, I hesitate to share. But, I will.

On this fine summer evening, in her plain cotton taupe sun dress, she was sporting the most impressive camel toe I've ever seen. Granted, she had a strong head wind, but still. I never would've thought such a thing possible in a sun dress.

What gifts (or curses) of anatomy had the Gods bestowed upon this b… Continue

"Toilets? Plural, as in more than one?"

"Oh yeah. Lots of them." Pete responded.

Dave was wide-eyed.

"You mean you just hauled them to the edge and tossed them over? And where the hell did you guys find so many toilets, anyhow?"

"Johnny's Dad is a plumber.They have a backyard full of old toilets. It's not like you can sell them or anything. People are always updating their bathrooms, and they just pile up. We decided some were too ugly not to throw over the edge."

"This was your idea of rec… Continue

Science was the first magic.
They just didn't know what to call it.

Magic was the first religion.
No one saw it coming.

For better, or for worse,
We are all disciples of gravity.