The point of creation is… The last click of the clock. My goodness! How frightening! The ceiling was drooping, perhaps from the pressures of… Spider-like, the community scuttled about producing potholes and listening to vibrations and echoes. Webs everywhere… But we knew that Kool aid powder with a little water could make our hair spikyContinue reading ““Thirteen Hiccups (That Refused to Rule the World)” by Richard F. Yates”