Silly little ficlet.

On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.

Gentrification is the consumption of the working class.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

An operative from the future tells Wade that he has two options: kill himself before he has a chance to live 2000 years and become Cable's accomplice in dictatorship, or kill Cable. So now, Wade has thirty days to figure out a way to die. Unfortunately, most of his ideas involve convincing Cable to kill him. Fortunately, most of Cable's ideas for stopping him involve sex.

The chiricsanango, or yesterday today and tomorrow plant, has color-changing flowers that last for just three days: yesterday they were purple, today they are lavender, tomorrow they will be white, and then they will be gone.

They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.

Desire can't move past, only onward.

Brandon and Phillip have an arrangement. It isn't a game; it's closer in spirit to a contract.

Sixteen ways of looking at a rabbit.