Something about the distance can be vilified.
Humanized.
Let me write something for you.
Let me sing to you in the sweet blue/greens that fill my mind.
Let me stretch on forever and ever.


Characters Met, Stages SetTonbaa. The first time I heard the name it meant literally nothing to me. I know because the sharply dressed three piece suit I was talking to at the investor's banquet asked me very plainly whether I had. Not that I wasn't used to strange requests. I was serving my first year as vice-curator for the Museum of Cultural Oddity in Brooklyn. It was the sort of job you take because it pays well enough to keep you in a warm one bedroom loft but is less than inspiring after spending most of your college career dreaming about long lost ruins, ancient civilizations and other such excitement as woCharacters Met, Stages Set


Angel is Just a Buzz WordAngel is just a buzz word. I mean, it's not that far off. We just wouldn't call each other that in polite company. Too much of a religious kick if you ask me, though at least you can get a picture in your head if you stick with what you know. We were once called Lux Lucis, Light itself, but before you go kicking my teeth in for being pompous, just let me be clear. We didn't give ourselves the name! It's Latin, go blame the Romans. It's okay, they're all dead. All the ones who matter anyway. Which brings me to a good point. We aren'tAngel is Just a Buzz Word


IntroductionA tremendous pounding echoed out and died away and all returned to stillness. Silently the chamber stood, ageless and unchanging as it had been for millennia. Vast and nearly empty, the machined metal which plated the floors had acquired an inches-thick coating of dust, interrupted only where the occasional stray trickle of water had seeped in from above. Awash in a hazy blue-gray glow, the long forgotten room had the appearance of a place more easily imagined than witnessed. A silent tomb bathed in false moonlight. Patterned crosshatchings of what might once have been cabling spread weblIntroduction


Not Betwixt End and BeginningAnd the final visions flowed from the Lonely-Born. Old Rekshaz and Cladhamur, the Laughing Pair, watched gently over the blue one as he screamed agonizingly the name of the next child and the events of its life, chosen from the maw of possibility by spit roasted courage, the raw wheel of the gods drawn far starboard and locked in place.Not Betwixt End and Beginning
"So rudderless and without fear shall he forswear humanity, stumbling blind, the aesthete in the company of young wind, his sister doubt and their dark faced father, death. Four murders mark the birth but not the coming, and with such heralding will life arrive. Bu
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I am in your base! I am killing your mans!
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I am in your base! I am killing your mans!
There's a Devil in Jersey City.
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I am in your base! I am killing your mans!
IT"S YOU!
For the great justice. All your base are belong to us.
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I am in your base! I am killing your mans!
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