Lux

Carl has been back in the groove of podcasting and he recently offered me a spot where I could write a short story and he'd read it. I'm publishing the story here today, but you can listen to it on The Carl King Podcast: Lux, Part I : The Carl King Podcast Episode 23Lux, Part II: The Carl King Podcast Episode 24Lux, Part III: The Carl King Podcast Episode 27 Part I There was no way his eyes would adjust anymore. After standing in one spot for what seemed to be an eternity, Cantau realized that the darkness in the tunnel was all-consuming. It was surely created by magic, and he was confident that if he cast any spell now, it would dissipate instantly, and he would have wasted what little energy he had left. He steadied his breathing. Even though he could see nothing, he closed his eyes to...

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Ode To Insanity

Tongue. Into Anus. Maybe Heinous. But I like it. Forks. Into the nether. I wear leather. To keep them out. Tickles. Onto the belly. It’s slightly smelly. It was my urine. Failure. Makes midgets stronger. The knight is no longer. And not very short. Apples. Stuffed in his mouth. My fingers go south. Into applesauce. Hair. Lickety-lick the horn. He manages his scorn. It’ll be better now. Roots. Makes the tree stand. Finger in the can. I heave it out. Torque. The smile is coiled. My balls have spoiled. You are not needed. Sick Thought of the Day: American Han Solo, made into doughnut meat.

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