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"So, in exchange for one wish of unlimited scope and duration except as defined by stipulations A through G - " "That makes no damned sense, pardon the pun. How can it be unlimited with limits?" M pinched the bridge of his nose, lifting the designer frames as he spread thumb and forefinger and rubbed his eyes in frustration. "It's very simple, Mark, you're being deliberately obstinate. The services rendered have no PRACTICAL limit, but must be defined in rational measurements. You can have any amount of time you can name, as long as that time is not relative i.e. 'one day less than infinity,' and any scope of services short of true omnipote

It is only now, upon the conclusion of the business of the cups and elders, that I feel I can comfortably (not safely, never safely) relay some few of my more interesting experiences in the various crusades I and several colleagues have undertaken to prevent our more aquatically-inclined cousins from seizing hold of lands above the water to provide new sources of chattel for their abysmal lands and gods unknown. I dare not give indications of any true names or identities, of course, save my own; my name being of little consequence, having been stricken from the memory of Man in years gone by. Know, reader, that I expect no pity or belief from

Rain, rolling down Out from the gloomy sky With in minutes The ground is dark and vibrant Like a saturated sponge Filled with multicoloured bubbles I look at the aqua-ed ground The dirt all dark and moist As if it is a warm chocolate cake But above the earth Are blossoms of vibrant green wonder and so chilling is the sight To see such benevolent contrast Below the iridescent clouds A memorial of the almost fogotten ones Claim the center stage In an almost undramatic way And a slight edging smile Appears across my face As I ponder Oh how the would feel and think of this beauty of contrast...... If they were still living

I see this picture and I hate it it is a quite beautiful picture and many people loved it I too loved it for a time but then I looked at the picture with all of its beauty and wonderful recognition I saw someone ugly and saw the hideous being that most would not have seen for I am quite acquainted with such torturous demon So I looked behind what the beauty of the picture reminded me of and looked at the picture and the beauty itself and new that all of the familiarity in the world could not change the one in this photograph. This photograph was of me but it looked like someone who I dreaded and am afraid of being

She ran down the stairs in utter excitement,trying to be quiet to hear the cheerful sound of her father's humming. Her father, you see, was a brilliant inventor, with just as equally brilliant ideas.He was still trying to find the perfect invention that would make him and the whole family rich; the whole family as in him, her, and the robot dog, who,  when  excited,  gears would  shift around so much that he would soon shut down until someone opened him up and shifted things right back to where they should be. But to get back the story, his humming sometimes meant something strangely good was currently going on, but it also meant that somethi