His thoughts were connecting like dots, synaptic cosmic robots, zipping through his head like shots. Little laser beams, they take off...

Icy, electric tentacles reaching down from the sky, filling heads with the fire of ideas. Synapses, sonically booming in the silence of...

It’s been awhile since anything new erupted from the tips of these fingers. All re-writing, editing and polishing of turds that have...