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Flash Fictions
Everything Comes in Threes
There is an attachment all creatures have to all other creatures. All entities are connected by a tangible, touchable, thinkable substance. And by entity I mean everything from the first female Pope to the electronic bits broken and reformed as music to the flavor of sunlight. And by sunlight I mean those sparkling particles the super-intelligent androids manipulating the fiery burst we call the sun use to control our, deceivingly harmless, aquarium fish. But then that's another story now, isn't it. This substance holds our world and all other worlds together. It makes us sad and happy and hungry for humping. Sometimes this goo collects between two people or rocks or bicycle spokes and becomes concentrated. You might be expecting me now to say something about how these creatures and objects then fall in love under the power of this gooey stuff. But love has nothing to do with goo. Instead love is governed by a complex system of ropes and wires haphazardly connected to cattle in the Texas panhandle. Lucky for us it seems the cattle haven't yet discovered their power over love. But I've seen some pretty bizarre love affairs lately, and fear our meat supply might just be screwing with us.
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Raising rabbits is not easy. No, no it's really not. If you get scared, e-mail me and I'll calm you down. Things being what things being.
