"WHERE DID MY CAT GO!", screamed a shut-in, in the night, as the hipsters of Broadway walk on towards the next bar, the next drink. Cats go missing, and the emerald city charlatans pretend "it's

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Street wanderers move without effort, stepping between piles of refuse, blood and vomit stains, streets covered in all sorts of organic crap ... dried viscera, bird feces, wonderful. Before the year is

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Whiskey Wendy wanders the wilderness with whales wanting awards for wondrous and wet wood whistling. Wacky and wounded, the whispers of wreckage near the winding ways of wanderlust waxes whimsical. Morgan

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Make no long term plans. A great unraveling approaches, as rocks, sand, mud, and energy combine - the lahar will travel quickly, Kent, Burien, Renton will all be hit first. A warning of wind and rain will

The kettle is boiling, but the lid stays shut - as monsters of our collective ID await their exodus ... but now they must prepare for the time of wandering ... of arms to grab, eyes to covet, hearts filled

A torrent of dark rains falls upon this messy city, the bird excrement, human stains, litter and debris, all get washed away, down the sewers, out to sea - so that the fish and whales can find joy. Shelter

A Chinese minstrel sells answers in the shadows of Mt. THOG, as General CHANG prepares her armies, and the entire nation begs for war. Islands of sand, in an ocean of regret, as cheap wizards spin tales

A fearful dread hangs over your spirit-oneness ... this is terrible. Members of your faction, at your job, are finite. Many boast around you, they say "hey, it's just between us". But it's not

Sparrows fly south, past the pole, past the limits of human awareness. Kestrels hold mass near the Swiss Alps, as the Germanic hordes hold secret meetings, concerning the nature of gold and silver. Happy

Welcome cheerleaders crowd the festival and the band arrives late. Of the 6 players, 3 are seen standing by themselves in lieu of expert opinions. The band manager is in the shadows. Crows sit indignant

Cantors and other frolickers cannot be dissuaded from their march of doom. Chosen for their indifference to the winds, these merry revelers can be seen, late at night, wandering the streets of our dreams.

Mortals gather at the pond to dispel any concern over the bubbling, frothy, ichor that sits as a filmy layer on the top. Toxic revelers dance near the cathedral, as the purveyors of TRUTH run screaming

Ditches being dug by traveling salesmen are too shallow, too narrow - the prince of Jasper is perplexed. Terrible storms approach from the EAST, as English gentlemen pass gas. Monitors and watchmen observe