Recursive Cycles
Recursive cycles cement their way into secluded lives ceaselessly expanding, enveloping all thought and action. People like you forgot how to live. Somewhere along the way you forgot to appreciate how the sky shifts as night falls or day breaks, the...
Filburt's Postmodern Wife
Filburt's postmodern wife part 1 (cue rocko's modern life season 2-4 theme song) one day at approximately 12:00 pm (noon) on the tiny insignificant speck of dust known as earth, in the rather conspicuously, creepily curvaceous city called o-town, filburt
The Analog Kid
Nowhere near graduation and already he was thinking about artists, colors, and everything from postmodern to dada. soon, stephen would go to a college and move into painting or design, whichever offered more money and make a fortune.
Entropy - Chapter 1, Part 1
The way she drew her eyebrows like arches and the neon colors she used for her eye shadow and lipstick made her look like some sort of postmodern circus clown.
What Becomes of the Brokenhearted - New Brother Chapter IX
Is this postmodern?" "isn't everything?" "yeah, must be some postmodern irony because you positively can't have been about to do what i fucking think you were about to do." i was angry now, inexplicably, though deep inside i knew where it came from.
Goldenmane Chapter III: I Love the Smell of Scorpions in the Morning
And, after all, in this world of postmodern irony, is irony really ironic any more?" "really, you astound me. where did you two get this bizarre idea from?" the two looked at each other with an air of puzzlement.
Calicode: Chapter 10: Wants: Xander
"oh, papa's been freaking out waiting at our place and getting momma worried texting her asking if you had messaged her or knew where you were," he said heading into the postmodern apartment with designer neutral colored furnishings.
[Commission] Thievery: The Ruins of Expansion; or the criminal teacher and her flaming butt
Works of futuristic and postmodern art hanging from the walls, positioned far enough to not look too overbearing. this guy. oh, this guy.
Meeting Half Way: Or, Joy of Brie.
"the juxtaposition of forces, the postmodern irony of it all..." "really?"
Kadmo Sees Results.
His nuts were the size of those fancy, sofa-sized beanbag chairs that swank, new-age, postmodern movie theaters liked to place in their lobby or that trendy, chic newlyweds put in their first apartments.
The Axe Cuts Both Ways - Chapter 11
"if you're going more for a postmodern dungeon look, chief, you'll have to get rid of the comfy couch. it clashes with the feng shui." "shut it, wilde.... and the door. i don't want anyone else seeing this."
A Halloween Tradition
It was very postmodern. the only thing he needed now was a bag to carry his candy in. that was easy enough. a certain visitor of the night he encountered earlier had left his bed sheet costume behind.