We’d like to ease your mind regarding the recent visitations (abduction is such a dirty word). They’re not experiments… they’re invitations. That is, if you’ve got the brass be bearable for extended space travel…
Oh, it's time I go. They'll never take my monkey bones....
cross-posted from: lemmy.world/post/6407593...
Pain. All around it surrounds and it suffocates me. I'm afraid that this town has me down on my hands and knees. Am I insane? Feel so wrong don't belong in this reality....
This video reminds me of some of my first extradimensional interludes, and my early experiments with the spore drive....
During her many years of teaching introduction to fiction courses, Ann Charters developed an acute sense of which stories work most effectively in the classroom. She also discovered that writers, not editors, have the most interesting and useful things to say about the making and the meaning of fiction....
We’re taking over the world one kiss at a time. And then I’m taking your girl and I’m making her mine....
One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach - all the damn vampires....
If the Parliament Funkadelic had a bunch of kids that they let Cardi B raise in the Dominican Republic, I bet it’d look like this....
cross-posted from: lemmy.ml/post/5983777...
Oddko bandcamp: oddko.bandcamp.com/album/oddko-censorship...
In the depths of the mutant rain forest where the water falls each afternoon in a light filtered to vermilion, a feline stone idol stands against the opaque foliage....
Mass hysteria and false accusation, our strange domination got no explanation...
In case anyone is wandering the low road this Monday afternoon…...
Chick Tracts are booklets meant to convert the reader to christianity by any means possible: guilt, doubt, threat, etc. They are often sexist, racist, homophobic, and so on. Nevertheless, they are an fascinating example of effective propaganda....
I was thinking of the immortal words of Socrates, who said, "... I drank what?"...
Sir, the truth is, I talk to God all the time, and, no offense, but He never mentioned you....
If you like to gamble, I tell you, I'm your man...
First, you should know that I have risen through the fire in colorful buckskin...
In spite of its ominous literary associations, 1984 proved to be a rather quiet year for SF. There were no major scandals like 1983’s infamous Great Timescape Fiasco, no SF lines driven into oblivion by corporate greed and shortsightedness, no major editorial shakeups … but if you looked closely enough, in the right places,...
Born Yallah Gudencia Mbidde in Kenya and raised in Uganda, MC Yallah has been involved in East Africa's rap scene since 1999. Alternating rhymes in Luganda, Luo, Kiswahili and English, her conscious, poetic and experimental style was slow to creep into Uganda's mainstream. Following a brief but necessary hiatus, she returned to...
