going to dwell on the subject for too long. They were going celebrate over the successful killings and possibly get lucky.

We both would spend time singing the funeral dirges while worked and he watched. Lately I've been thinking about giving him a job. Besides working at a morge made you lonely.

Gaze some distance farther, foamy waves against the shoreline, to see her golden basking skin...a life worth knowing and asking. . .years weathering beauty

He had been a drunk, sure, sometimes he took it hard when his kickers lost & maybe he did try to bribe an ump once too often,but when the soccer moms used his corpse to fertilize

" "If you've kept your flippers dry,there's nothing to fear & you get to wear a stylish orange one piece suit & listen to awesome music all day. Adieu, Fred." said Det.Manatee

(ahem) naughty things. "I was starting to get angry but I kept my cool. Just breath you got this. Don't do anything to embarrass yourself" I thought to myself. Then it hit me. It's

I sighed heavily and with no shame left pulled them up. "Before you say anything I saved your ass."'he said reddening as she tried to suppress a gggle.

Blood that stung him mercilessly. He cursed under his breath but trudged on hoping to find some sign of hope and maybe a nice long shower.

got was a salted cow eye? He made a ruckus."Take this pickled eye back! I want my money back if this is all you got!" So they took him to the secret many-eyed Beholder's buffet

of much importance. Their well intentioned advice soon became meaningless Mondegreen incantations.They told Mereg Fonderol "A fool & his money are soon parted" but he misremembered

,so we sat in the house,all that cold cold wet day." At this point, I was really scared. I couldn't see a thing, and the elevator was surely broken. Another voice said "I sat there

folder 1 before she could complete it? Perhaps, a folder only existed for the brief moment during which she wrote a fold? Perhaps even I thought folder 3 will vanish when I click

rous dealer, whose wares beckon mightily to Freion & his fellow crack wizards. By casting just the right spell, they could cook smack without a spoon, purify meth off the charts,

Paris & Helen were sitting around the Trojan palace with the sounds of the day's morning battle finishing up behind them. Paris was kind of, not really, reading a scroll from his m

i kept time by tapping my foot, I took time mapping my lycanthropy. I took & I took & I took, I can't have a look, I might see my name is not in the book, then I'm the one being fu

the brainwaves undulated through jello or through flan, whatever was on hand. One time they even undulated in Die Welt for Itself in Itself for Itself on a shelf in Guelph. Jachim

We came out of the exhaust tunnel, explosions going off behind us, exhausted but we forgot it once we hit the fresh air. We weren't exactly stupid. We set a perimeter watch and we

It didn't need to end up this way. If he had just bent the graft like I told him it would have been copacetic. What are eyes for? That is what he was asking when he came in here.

A commotion outside my door: "Mr. President! There's a situation! North Korea! Missiles!" But how could those inanenesses compare with the luxuriant warmth of my down quilt? I yawn

I drive on a parkway & park on a driveway. I ask "what's up?" when I wanna get down. I find that pie-making is not that easy, but shooting the breeze is. Weird words & phrases.