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  1. New Year: New Blasphemies
  2. @GenreStories Gaslight
  3. Chapter Twenty-One: Thought we saw the circus in the western sky. (This story can now drink in the US)
  4. Chapter Twenty: Roadkill has become a new and interesting experience.
  5. Chapter Nineteen: The talk backfired. I'm now the proud owner of a twelve inch Harley. Damn shrink rays!
  6. Chapter Eighteen: Wasn't dynamite. Was tooth paste. A waste of back water surgery if you ask me. Pranks need to improve. Will talk to Troope
  7. Chapter Seventeen: Source of the infection; a ticking clock and a lump that feels suspiciously like dynamite. T minus 2minutes and counting.
  8. Chapter Sixteen: Yep, wound infected.
  9. Chapter Fifteen:Chased by a rogue gang of levitating televisions. They say they want to pleasure me. I don't believe them.
  10. Chapter Fourteen: Time travel and plot holes leave me depleted and depressed. Stitching the plot holes closed takes ages. A stitch in time.
  11. Chapter Thirteen pt 2: A version of myself from another time visits. Eats my food and loafs about all day. Is that what my ass looks like!?
  12. Chapter Twelve: Having foreknowledge I side step the burning piano and live to annoy another day.
  13. Chapter Thirteen: Gone forward in time to warn myself of the past. Paradox causes bad case of the squirts.
  14. Chapter Eleven: Passed through a town with helium filled rubber ducks attached to everything. Villainy afoot!
  15. Chapter Ten: Heading North following the lights. Road-kill burger aren't as bad as they sound. Honest.
  16. Chapter Nine: We finally get back to the field to find the Circus moved. It could be anywhere by now. Gas levels low. Only 7 of us left now.
  17. Chapter Eight: While I slept a bees wove a hive about me. Took ages to escape. Note to self: Genetic Engineering a bad idea. Need Practice.
  18. Chapter Seven: The others are waiting for me. They were right. We just can't fit in. Painted faces and motorcycles. We hit the highway again
  19. Chapter Six:Overlapping my drugs creating a experiential tandem race.
  20. Chapter Five: 4:30am, I leave the stranger's house perturbed by their lack of hospitality. Perhaps the the clown outfit was a bad idea.