American Eros: Or How to Fell A Souley

I had a sudden inspiration to write down the perfect love scene. It came to me on Wednesday. I was wondering why I've never had that love at first sight experience. And then I thought, why should sight be involved? Could someone fall in love without ever seeing someone? What would that be like? My head started spinning...

Oneironautics: Questing for Lucidity

Anyways, we finally got to this drug lord, who threatens me with a drill to the dome. I mean straight up Scarface-style gangster torture. The guy really got his fucking point across. He was not joking about it, whatever it was. I barely managed to wrestle my skull from his grasp and, as I did, the drill bit scraped by, tearing through the skin a bit.