Thank you.


Nuclear WarMy love and I watched the sky flare from atop a mountain in Colorado. From all directions, we saw that toxic light glow, long into the night; the light that would cleanse America, the light that would search out Her enemies, wherever they might hide.Nuclear War
During the night I wondered if there was some Soviet peasant up in the Urals watching the same sight as I. That wretched glow, the rumbling that refused to stop.
I had felt relieved since the last alarm -- since I had heard the call for Defcon 5, all the worry of the last sixty years just dropped away. Therese and I just loaded up my truck and drove to the most scenic pl


California, 1971He had been following the student for about two hours, and it was a hot day. Not for the first time, Farbod wished his car had air conditioning -- or at least that he could roll down the tinted windows. The leather interior wasnt meant for this hot day in San Jose. Even with the fan going full blast, he was sweating in his business suit.California, 1971
He came to a stop light behind the bus his target was on. Curious, and needing something to distract him from the heat, he leaned over and opened the glove compartment and pulled out his folder. Putting it on his lap, he leafed through the pages.
Kaveh Bakhtiar, 22 years old. K


psilocybin azurenscensA rotating sphere is a kind of circle, but it's not the only kind of circle, nor is it the kind I want. I'm fixating on them for no particular reason, it's just a happy coincidence , the end of a random series of collaborations with stimuli that led me to where I inhabit right now, speeding across the landscape, propelled by nothing, but a nothingness so vast and concentrated that it flows like a viscous liquid from out of my neck and body like an undercooked stratosphere.psilocybin azurenscens
Inhabiting my body is very comfortable right now, but in a desirous way -- I feel on the very lip of decisive action, of a synthesis between steel shaped by th


Meeting on a WarshipThe ambassador mightve been human, thought the commander, were it not for her skin.Meeting on a Warship
It was pure white. Not white like humans call their own fairer-skinned comrades: white as the purest snow.
He knew just by looking at her, too, that she wore no makeup. Of course, he had been briefed on what these people looked like. Exiled long ago, they had no home planets, and therefore nothing to lose. They traveled the galaxy on their great arks, bound for destinations only they knew.
And They were not truly aliens, too; not in the traditional sense, in any case. Biologically, the commander knew he looked at so


Bobby's WorldNothing.Bobby's World
Empty.
At first he thought of it as a pure white field, but after staring for so long the white became black and the black became purple and the purple became every other color he had ever seen. Though he was almost certain that the white had never changed and that everything else was a trick. A hallucination. And after too long his eyes began to hurt... so he closed them. He closed them and thought. Back to the time before time ceased to exist... back to the accident that brought him here.
The experiment seemed like such a good idea. &
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Programmer/Sci-Fi, Sociopolitical Writer
9. Waffen SS Panzer Division "Hohenstaufen" - Haptsharfuhrer Friedrich Nietzche
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~"If all the world was painted dark, and all the skies turned grey, then please tell me [if you could] when would it be 'day'?"~
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Live, Love, Teach and Share, then die in sonic warfare.
Just call my name...Things will be ok
Or-
Six feet under doesn't really sound so bad;
What I really meant to say is:
I thought life would be no more
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Live, Love, Teach and Share, then die in sonic warfare.
Just call my name...Things will be ok
Or-
Six feet under doesn't really sound so bad;
What I really meant to say is:
I thought life would be no more
I dunno if I ever thanked you for the favorites, or the posting my stuff in your journal business, but it was rather radical of you.
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