Today he was still five-seven, but … in the mirror … five feet and seven inches’ worth of big smooth rock formations, real Gibraltars, traps, delts, lats, pecs, biceps, triceps, obliques, abs, glutes, quads—dense!—and you want to know what was even better for the upper body than weights? Climbing the fifty-five-foot-high rope at Rodriguez’s “Ññññññooooooooooooo!!! Qué Gym!,” as everybody called it, without using your legs. You want dense biceps and lats—and even pecs? Nothing like climbing that fifty-five-foot-high rope at Rodriguez’s—dense!—and defined by the deep dark crevasses each mass of muscle dropped off into at the edges … in the mirror… .

Somewhere in the spiral trajectory of the luminous arms moving inward toward the central black hole, they pass through a ZONE OF LIFE.

Santa Number One, who is also known as Santa Rob, asked us to maintain his veil of anonymity so that he may speak freely.

Imagine the consequences when some thousands of supposedly sub-sophont system control AIs converting a Jupiter-sized mass into magmatter suddenly begin to do something else!

Using Feynman diagrams is like taking a Ming vase and smashing it on the floor.

Wasp stings (2.0 on the scale) are “hot and smoky, almost irreverent”; the bite of a red harvester ant (3.0) is “bold and unrelenting”; that of a tarantula hawk (4.0) is “blinding, fierce, shockingly electric.”

Cock modestly detumescent, Andrew Cooper III, Playgirl’s Man for June, leans against the bonnet of an extremely powerful car, both car and boy studies of potency in potentia.

Not buying the message that the business is all warm and fuzzy, police have talked openly about conducting a sting operation at the business, and city attorneys are drafting a new ordinance to regulate snuggling.

Doolittle, who previously expressed his love of surfing and how much he misses it, finds an appropriately shaped piece of debris and “surfs” down into the atmosphere of the planet, burning into an incandescent speck.

Imagine the program hooked up to a comprehensive plan for attacking Goldman Sachs; one rather doubts that an agent will break the plan and not eat bulgur pilaf if that means he is simultaneously sabotaging the plan and also depriving himself of pleasure.