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The self beneath the skinFull moon tonight That's when it stirs the most The true self, the self beneath the skin. I can feel it. My true self longing to be free. My fingers turn to talons The fangs grow. Werewolf you think but not so. I am no wolf. Horns like a deers from my forehead. Fin along my spine, tail long and sinuous Tongue long and red flickering like a serpent's. Shining scales along my sides. Lung I am, Chinese for Dragon. How I long for the sky and the sea. And others like me. Chasing the pearl through the clouds. My friends, my family. Where areThe self beneath the skin


Lustcorp test subject . . .I eyed the bottle with suspicion. "New from Lustco!" the label read, "Cat-sup all organic ketchup substitute!"Lustcorp test subject . . .
"And why is this btter than regular old ketchup?" I asked my girlfriend Melita who smiled sunnily, "Cause it's organic silly!" she replied. I sighed. "All right, I'll try it." "Good for you sweetie!" she beamed, "Here, I made you a tofu burger 'cause I know how much you love meat stuff!"
I squeezed the bottle onto the tofu, trying not to show my distaste. I've always wondered. If vegetarian is so great how come they try and make the stuff taste like meat (an


ImpressmentIt was when I was a first mate in the old Ellen B. Barker, back in '88 that this happened. She was a Searsport ship, full rigged with a clipper bow. We were bound 'round the Horn from New York to San Francisco with a cargo of general merchandise. and we'd been making a hard time of it with contrary winds every inch of the way. On the forty-fifth day we were off the coast of Brazil. The winds had come round for once and we were running under all plain sail before a brisk nor'westerly wind. I had the morning watch and I was leaning on the port rail watching the sun come up, turning the few clouds in the sky gold. A few doImpressment
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