I wondered if the combination of cheese and murder would give me nightmares. Still, any horror visited to me in the night would be far more imaginative than anything in the porters

I was describing what I see in the current version of my Still Life with red onion, garlic, and alcohol. I'm calling it "Hooey CHIHULY and don't eat my pony", It was deep dreamable

C3PO seemed different, somehow. Much larger than he appeared in the films,and dressed in his (mistress?) Liliths garb. Sort of a MonoLillith, I had time to think, before

Now I'm thinking businessman wearing a hat. Not a derby, not a stovetop. Nothing western about it either. But not from the Middle Kingdom either. Whatever the style he is emerging.

Time passes differently here, somehow. Like the concept of minutes had been throttled to death by the skeletons of millenia. The creatures of the before time march to a different

The kind that involves holy men taking your money and your home in exchange for promises of salvation. I do think about her sometimes, but I knew I could never compete with the

A McDonald's on the moon? A freeway that can't ease congestion? BIEBER?? They were a civilized species, the moon folk, and my fears of a interplanetary war were coming into life.

invite you a bar barque & serve you your missing cousin's Gluteus maximus fricassée in her blood and that of her unborn baby to see if you could taste it. A serial killer like that

I was going past the brink into the eye of disaster. They said it would be named after me however it worked out. Barnard's Star they'd call it. The going was enough to make it mine

to tide them over until he could find them a live one to eat. Zombie meat has its uses. It don't beat long pig. Not by a country mile. Like everything else, it's getting rarer than

Unlike that time she had flicked something else whilst quagmire had been peeking in with a camera. Peter shuddered. It really ground his gears sometimes, just like that chicken

Now THAT is a fancy vagina. The hopping to the bathroom was only partially due to his moving shoe. He glanced at, then recoiled in horror from, what he saw in the mirror.

the Soviet scale kitchen stove in an East German designed apartment in Mongolia. "Your Natasha is spot on except for how really it isn't," Steve said as they cleaned up the borscht

I often think whack a mole is a subconscious desire to hide in yoghurt pots. Soon humans will begin religions in the yoghurts name, sort of a ya-cult.

only just missing for now. I'm sure someday they will be found. I'm not waiting around for that day. I'm going to jump on a train into oblivion & never look when I can't look away.

Jimmy fallon loved it, David letterman tried to mate with it, Alex Jones decided her cooch was an interdimensional space alien with the ability to speak in pure DMT

But then again, he was a squid, so perhaps he shouldn't be expected to spell everything right. Surely a squid that can right is impressive enough

Been foolish enough to contact the yakuza in the first place, not the opposite way round. A group of organised justice, perhaps. And perhaps justice needs to be reimbursed. Evenly.

Whim, desire satisfied by these disembodied spirits. Omar peck wanted nothing more than true transcendence, but at what price?

turned his friends against him, his family, stole his dog, his home, his heart, his LIFE. No, this is about a return to the true beast in man, a universal fairness, a return 2 form