Wednesday, 23 February 2005

Friday, 18 February 2005

Wednesday, 2 February 2005


At the end of another long and apparently fruitless day doing what he did in the fleshpots, the last thing Andro wanted was another maintenance call. But it came anyway, a flashing light glaring into his eyes and a noisome chirrup nesting in his ears.
He put down his burrito, shot down the rest of his vodka and tomato juice and forgot to pay the waitress.
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Thursday, 9 September 2004

Tuesday, 24 August 2004

Wednesday, 21 July 2004


scarebear.jpg In my dream of an anti-gravity rocketship lived the Scarebear. It was crashlanding on Earth because it was out of solid fuel and its pile drive[r] was fidgety. It was good, [I suppose] that it flopped crunchingly right into the assembly bay of Amalgamator.
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