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We knew each other in the "biblical" sense of the word: we held our trysts in the kitchen of the church basement after Bible Study let out. They never did think to wonder why we were so adamant about being the "clean-up crew".

Speed limits? I prefer to think of them as "speed suggestions". And most of the time, I don't TAKE suggestions. I do, however, check my mirrors for troopers as well as other vehicles. I am usually good about slowing down in time, too. Except once, when the trooper was in either an unmarked car or his own, on his way to work. Fortunately, he let me go. I don't do the flirting thing that some women can do. Nor do I do the crying thing. But I can kiss ass like nobody's business.

sill

You leave a candle burning on the window sill for me as you lay in bed, grieving. I come, but the candle does not draw me here; it is your grief that brings me. My molecules swirl around you, and the chill brings you goosebumps. You merely grumble about the draft and raise the blanket over you more snugly. My love, there is no draft. Look! See that the candle does not flicker! But you do not see. You lie in bed, wishing for me to contact you and do not see that I AM.

It is not the hijacking of airplanes that concerns me so much; I don't travel. It is the hijacking of conversations. It takes me time to ruminate on a subject... to formulate my thoughts and the way in which I wish to express them. People are much too impatient for that. By the time I have decided what I want to say, the conversation has moved on to another topic. That is why I prefer internet conversations. I have time to think before I speak (type!). I can look up words in my dictionary or thesaurus. I can Google. THEN I can type what I wish to say. In real life, one can only speak off the top of one's head. The obvious is usually on top; for insight, one must dig deeper.

There is something about bourbon that is different than other spirits -- and I think the word "spirit" is aptly used! It has an almost malevolent effect, and I think it's because it is distilled from corn. Corn is not digestible by humans; it is only digestible by a creature with several stomachs -- say, a cow. I think this is why high-fructose corn syrup is so much more addictive than regular sugar or honey. In any case, I haven't noticed this effect with other liquors -- rye, scotch, vodka. Tequila is in a class by itself. It can make you do some really stupid things, but in the spirit of FUN, not with malevolence. Tequila is actually the only liquor that is a central nervous system STIMULANT. All the rest are central nervous system DEPRESSANTS. Yes... I know WAY too much about alcohol. Undoubtedly this is why I don't drink anymore.

I came back in time to prevent them from meeting and failed. I tried every means to drive them apart. Now, my only alternative was murder, which would negate my very existence and create a paradox. I approached them and felt a sharp pain in the side of my head. I looked up into the balcony as I fell and recognized the sniper as myself.

People are always assuming that they really know me, and nowhere is this more apparent than with Christmas gifts. Never mind that I don't even celebrate the holiday, so I don't expect gifts in the first place. Invariably they send me wine or sweets. I am a teatotaler and I don't eat sweets. I make no secret about these dietary quirks. This is WHY I don't like Christmas. It's not so much the disappointment at getting a useless gift as the fact that its very uselessness shows how little they really listen to me or know me.

buyer

Let the buyer beware, indeed! We do not own what we purchase so much as it owns us. Every new gadget mires us deeper in the material realm as surely as any anchor. A simple life is no guarantee that you will develop spiritually. But it is a necessary step in order to do so.

Okay, people, listen up. Christmas comes EVERY DECEMBER 25, m'kay? So do your shopping beforehand. Don't wait until the night before. Let the people who work retail for minimum wage get some rest, okay? Cheers.

The blast had leveled the city. The aftershock blew back my hair like a warm breeze. It wasn't really fair that the devastation at ground zero should feel like a summer day twenty miles away.

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“I aspire to having a den of iniquity in my home. As it stands, it is merely a den of inadequacy.”

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