Fallehuckinglujah is my comment on the power of words; it's a bastardization of Hallef***inglujah, which I am wont to say in moments of joy but cannot because of the f*** part. If, however, I switch the f and the h it retains the same feeling but is no longer obscene. Same feeling, same letters, only two letters switched but one is verboten and the other is, well, not

What times do you want to go to

04 July 2017 by admin

“If you could go anywhen, when would that be?”

He thought. Visions flared through his mind, mostly sex, but some worthwhile. Then his eyes got bigger. “Like anytime?”

“Within reason. Have you read “A Conneticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court?”

He shook his head.

‘Yeah, not his most famous work but most applicable right now.”

Then a seriousness flushed his face.

“Ok, rules.”

“There are rules?”

“Of course there are rules. Can’t have people killing Leo Harvey Oswald or Adolf Hitler as children.”

“Why not?”

“A council in 2145 ruled that the timeline in place at that time (I’m not being elliptical) would be the agreed upon timeline. Makes sense: you know that everybody and everything is the way they are because of the very specific events that unfolded that brought us to that time and place.”

“I’m confused. No changes?”

“Nope. Just visiting.”

“Doesn’t anybody ever change things?”

“Oh, yeah, from time to time,” winking.

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