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Fried brains and Sam

Being whizzed through realities in a trillion tiny pieces at the speed of thought is an indescribable experience. Think about it for a moment and…


Sacred Portal

Nothing is stable . . . Not a thought, nor whim, nor prayer. Too many inexpressible feelings. I stomp the ground. Ahh there it is…






Fried brains and Sam

I vanished once before — when I was first given my place in Heaven. Despite my babbling fear, the young man who processed me was…


Dr. Know

Two weeks in a row; you mammalian malcontents are killing me. My date from last week, the dashing barn owl, took one sniff of me…