Warp Factor 3

I am not a coffee drinker...there I have said it!

Well, by golly, last week I did indeed enjoy a lovely cup of hot coffee. I observed with each sip that my senses were becoming acutely focused. As with many discoveries, accidents often lead to benefits for human kind. Penecilin comes to mind. I decided to test some theories perculating in my head.

Today, feeling a bit tired at work I decided to drink a lot of coffee, 3 Starbucks tall lattes if you please. I was expecting my work day to fly by in my heightened state of consciousness. Sadly, I forgot one very important fact...The Theory of Relativity.

As I downed my final cup of gold, sure enough, my senses focused. Alas as my very molecules began to vibrate at very close to the speed of light I experienced the all too critical time dilation. I wasn't aware of it as it was happening (I can be a bit self-involved at times), but towards the end of the day as I slipped out of time warp I realized that I had not aged but everything around me had. Instead of making the day seem to pass faster for me, I infact experienced it much slower. The day was a disaster. I am knackered. I feel like I have experienced two days in one.

I am not a relativistic physicist. If there are any out there please correct me if my interpretation was incorrect. If I am wrong then perhaps this day will still have been recoverable after all....oh if only!

Posted by Lt. Starbuck.

Tribute to Valentine's Day

I would rather have had
One breath of her hair,
One kiss from her mouth,
One touch of her hand,
Than eternity without it. One!

Nicholas Cage referring to Meg Ryan in “City of Angels” (movie)

Ahhh St. Valentine...

Whether you choose to believe Valentine's Day originates from that certain Roman who was martyred for refusing to give up Christianity or not, who can resist the impish charm of a day of sublime love administered at the end of an arrow by a chubby little winged half-naked midget.

If you need any more inspiration here is a lovely song, one of my favorite from the Beatles if not of all time. (It's from the album simply entitled "The Beatles" fondly known as 'The White Album'). Be warned, it is laced with enough love potion to melt the coldest heart and send it dizzying into Valentino's lair itself. I haven't figured out how to attach sound files so we are painfully limited to the lyrics...ah unrequited love...how ironically bittersweet. Here it is...

Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
Why don't we do it in the road
No one will be watching us
Why don't we do it in the road


Damn it, I told myself I wouldn't cry!

Kindly pass the tissue...

Posted by Felicity Lovecraft

Double, Double Toil and Trouble; Fire Burn, and Cauldron Bubble

For 40 nights my dreams are strangely silent. Then...comes the flood...

I slip quietly into a restful calm and drift into a familiar suspension. Unaware, my guard relaxes, letting my body through into slumber.

The darkness clears. Or does it?! I see a green mist, emollient, shifting, growing ahead of me. And yet the darkness lingers. I drift towards it, not of my own accord. I am pulled. My senses erupt in a sensory overload. Do I see something? I am coming over to the darkness. The force runs strong. I can resist it no longer. I cannot deny my lust her quarry.

I swell. With one glance, my will is spent. I am instantly consumed whole, enchanted and cursed. I feel her heat bathing my body, her sweet scent licking my threshold. Pull me, closer, up, over her lips, I rise, and down, down her hot throat I explode in a confusing orgy of sensations. My skin is spotted red with satiation.

A creamy elixir bubbles before me.

Hominid Chowder, light of my life, fire in my loins. My sin, my soul. Hominid-Chow-Der: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Hominid. Cow. Der.

i have succumbed to the dark side

Damn you Big Hominid….!

…DAMN YOU!!!….

…Damn…damn…

…i…

…I…

…love you Big Hominid…I LOVE YOU!


Posted by Yvette

The Horrors of Substance Abuse

Say the following phrase 10 times in rapid succession:

"Chicks Tits"
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..., there, now it has lost all it's meaning.

...the horrors of substance abuse...

Posted by Yu Bang