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We Would Never Call Inexplicable Little Insights Hunches, For Fear Of Drawing The Universe's Attention. But They Happened, And You Knew You Had Been In The Proximity Of One That Had Come Through If You Saw A Detective Kiss His Or Her Fingers And Touch His Or Her Chest Where A Pendant To Warsha, Patron Saint Of Inexplicable Inspirations, Would, Theoretically, Hang.

Any Moment Called Now Is Always Full Of Possibles.

My Google-fu Is Strong.

The Reason That I Like Sf And Fantasy And Horror Is That To Me It's The Pulp Wing Of Surrealism. That's The Aesthetic Of Undermining And Creative Alienation That I Really Go For.

The Problem With Most Genre Fantasy Is That It's Not Nearly Fantastic Enough. It's Escapist, But It Can't Escape.