Did you just hear something? Something like....ghostly laughter?
Simon: The decision saved your life. Zoe: Won't happen again, sir. Mal: Good. And thanks. I'm grateful. Zoe: It was my pleasure, sir.
'Out Of Gas'
Sang Sacré
The fictional Buffista City. With a variety of neighborhoods, climates, and an Evil Genius or two, Sang Sacre is where we'd all live if it were real. Jump in -- find a neighborhood, start a parade, become a superhero. It's what you make it.
Beverly - Jul 04, 2006 8:56:55 pm PDT #939 of 1100
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Connie Neil - Jul 04, 2006 9:33:11 pm PDT #940 of 1100
brillig
In the corner, the cloaked man smoked his pipe and observed.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 05, 2006 3:12:07 am PDT #941 of 1100
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
The kettle continued to fail to boil.
Frankenbuddha - Jul 05, 2006 10:20:15 am PDT #942 of 1100
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
The owls are not what they seem.
WindSparrow - Jul 05, 2006 1:21:28 pm PDT #943 of 1100
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
The cat carries a heavy fish.
Strix - Jul 05, 2006 3:16:17 pm PDT #944 of 1100
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
I know who you did last summer...
Beverly - Jul 05, 2006 8:50:20 pm PDT #945 of 1100
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Dogs barking. Can't fly without umbrella.
WindSparrow - Jul 06, 2006 4:43:24 am PDT #946 of 1100
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I gave the barking dog an umbrella. It still barked, but at least it was barking in another part of the country.
Gudanov - Jul 06, 2006 7:08:38 am PDT #947 of 1100
Coding and Sleeping
Eddie had to leave the bar and drive off in his Subaru Outback(tm). I sat there on the stool, nursing my shot of tequlia. Okay, I never ordered a drink and wasn't nursing anything, but I was still in a bar. Time to get on the case and stop sitting around like a dead armadillo on the highway.
I rumbled over to town hall in my AMC station wagon. There it was, an art deco monument to government, only the monument was coated in the pigeon droppings of corruption these days.
Connie Neil - Jul 06, 2006 4:16:04 pm PDT #948 of 1100
brillig
The pigeon droppings of corruption on the monument of government are only a reflection of the hard water stain of apathy on the faucet of civilization.