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...
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.
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.
Identity: Chapter Twenty-Nine
Ned wasn't sure he agreed with olympia's postmodern logic, not concerning the lack of a definable good and evil, anyway, but what he was sure about that morning was that for now, he wanted to focus on what made him feel good, and not just in the physical sense
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.
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
Young Man of the House
It was some postmodern tripe, a deconstruction of the _good-fast-cheap_ triangle, and isha couldn't have cared less. he knew he'd be phoning that one in. it turned out the boy's estimate was wrong.
Professor McCallum
I had him for that class on postmodernism, and he was great. i'm a finance major, y'know, so a lot of the shit we talked about in that class went right over my head, but he was one of those guys who really made the effort to make you understand.
Some Assembly Required
I didn't know i was so postmodern in the sack." after a moment, her gaze softened, and she ran one of her paws down his side, starting at the shoulder and ending at his hip. "you want to get off, hon?" this took a moment to answer. "i -- yes?
[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.
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.
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.