He resorted to dropping it down into first person again. That was me. I found that I was easy to talk to. I had similar ideas myself. I almost always knew what I was about to say.

The voices kept telling me traitor numero uno was above suspicion because of his suspicious behavior. If he had really been suspicious he wouldn't have been so suspicious. That was

That was a search party. They might deny it now, but they'll see. I looked back down at Jonny Belinda. She was pacing in front of the pig sty sluice. She was rolling her hands in

Yes, I could've looked it up. Even though I'm forgetting, I haven't forgotten what forgetting means. So I try to remember which world I'm in. We were the only search engine we had.

so. Spontaneous Elephantine Combustion is, of course, only theoretical at this point. Such a reaction would require very specific circumstances, such as a large concentration of

Sometimes, its a tuft of hair. an ear ring. Maybe a glass eye. If they had one. Jove forbid if they had more than one. Still, we faced what we faced. Those who didn't saw our asses

That is just you placing your stake. In the ground with you iron stake! INTO THE GROUND! That is the way it felt for you but you had nobody to share it with. You had your trophies.

It seems to materialize in a irregularly regular pattern that is making you & I, wearier & wearier. What am I doing in this irregularly irregular regular pattern with no maypole?

I set out to fold Fractured Fairytales but folded the real zombie wives of Thimbuktu. I got my chicken foot. You know it. Stews needs lots of things, lots of things. Mmmm Mm. It ne

that I know what I'm talking about as a narrator? Jeez louise, just follow along and try not to get ahead of me. Where was I. The cobbler, right. The cobbler ...now hold on, you

Threatened once by a penguin is more than enough. What could Tennessee Tuxedo have on the Guttfish? Tennessee was not one to flaunt the law in this fashion. Who was the walrus? Who

, he's my gerbil. He's below me so I put him in my ass. Then somebody lower has to do something to his ass and way on down the line. That shit don't concern me now though. I got th

Her name was Hoolihan. No it wasn't, but that was her name. Most of the towns around knew her real name was Gloria Trimenctus. Still, she was Hoolihan. Her tombstones say Hoolihan.

I still thought I was the schmuck that was in charge. I had the charm and the balls to keep them both in line. Speaking of lines. I heard there is a hot one on a filly from Philly.

It wasn't a lie about not having work done on him. His Godhead was emerging. Thriller foretold it. Well after midnight...

But how is this possible? It has been years since he died. Much longer than three days, surely. He can't just moonwalk his way onto the world stage again. Can he? He didn't have wo

and the stench of warm root beer hung thick in the air. Sometimes I like to think that I AM Jessica Jones. In a way, aren't we all? I stood up and walked over to the

I just realized that I don't know what is real any more. Did that one thing happen here? Because I remember it. Nobody I know remembers it. How? It was planetary! MJ's Resurrection

Ever since Amarillo, at the college, my rice crispies have been giving me the silent treatment. Toucan Sam never follows his nose anywhere close to me. We didn't have milk. 1% was

I've been trying for hundreds of years. I've seen kingdoms rise and fall, great people born and die. Yet despite it all, I can never get into that damn story.