“Simpler times are coming, boys,” urged Lawrence. “Harder times. But simpler.”
Lane Vivian, A Knob of Old Cheese and Ten More Tales.
“The ground under our feet isn’t solid,” asserted Mr. Lazenby. “No, it is Facebook that is solid.”
Everson Dwight, Theory of Machines, a Novel.
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Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
“A thrill will last forever and ever and ever, no?”
Agatha Vox, When Everything Was Singing.
“The internet puts a mark upon you,” said Muggins. “You are thereafter living with the mark.”
Michael Margate, The Shadow Path.
“Everything that you buy,” warned Mr. George Upton, “costs you more than just money.”
Mark Anthony, The Tale of the Mirror.
Modernist art was essentially self-portraiture.
Anthony Scowling, The Beat Paradigm.
“Your thinking is untidy, William. Let’s leave it at that.”
Thaddeus Crewes, Crowded Evil World.
Just because we share in the same delusion does not mean that we are not individually delusional.
Tyrone Sommer, Circling the Drain.
Whereas once upon a time we had reticence, now we have Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, and all the rest.
Roger Hedgecook, Stolen and Sold for Parts.
