Tomorrow The fingers of my dieing hand are rooted deep in soil and sand. So is it sin to reach too far, a sin to try to touch a star? Am I tree bound...
Catatonic From deep within, I look out, upon a world of hate and doubt. My eyes sad drooping cavern portals as I regard the world of mortals. My body...
Chapter 20 Cyber Soul As I follow Tim I notice that floor is color of black olives, it even has the same spongy texture probably about as tasty too,...
