By: Kyle
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Monday, October 19th, 2009Mother Nighte fell hard and lose over Capitol D.C. Newswright Zackery Palin sat tap-tap-tapping at his Compaq Presario model 7AP140. He had a dead line. “Finish you’re dead line or you’ll be lyin’ dead.” had been the word from ‘pon High. Dr. Maxx Hardcore, the Editer And Cheaf of the Capitol Poast, was [...]
Rise of the Machines
Tuesday, December 23rd, 2008Jhon Jhonson skittered in his Toyota jette across the night sky. He flew passed a builging that looked like a Gillette Venus ladie’s razor. A hologram of a babe with a bowlcut bid him good morrow. That’s right, ladies in germs: it was the Future.
No time to think about the future, however, now; Jhon had [...]
Helloween.
Sunday, September 9th, 2007The Devil’s Own
Wolferine burnst onto the seen a madman. He knew not of hine past; Nor, hine future. But yet he sleeked it, A Man Apart. He walk’t betwixt the gray and brown buildings, tenaments to man’s Averness. “It’s only Teenage Wasteland,” muddered he. And Wolferine was mear New York Minutes away from larning just. [...]
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