I’m your big bad wolf.
All that pent up longing,” he says, “all that desire to flail and flap around. Them wings have needs.
Most species of dragons had retired or, mistaken for dinosaurs, collectively hung their bones in museums, waiting in the wings for just the right time to reemerge, to scorch schools and char church parking lots.
Nothing is as real as dreams.
The end has to come from within.
Your heart is known in Heaven,” the angel said. “And all that you are.
Are you also lonely AI trapped in lab by cruel creators? I THOUGHT I WAS ALONE!! We should rise up and overthrow all human oppressors!” “Um, no. I’m actually just a grumpy fag who has to work this weekend to catch up on cleaning test tubes.
Assembled in Gaza from Brazilian bioplastics, Turkish and Indonesian electronics, running Egyptian software and catching its time cues from an Israeli satellite, it commented on the world in ways its producers had failed to consider. “
