A check of the clock tells me that I must end this now. You have brought dishonor upon the House of Shitstain. I Kevin Shitstain, renounce you on behalf of the Shitstain Name. No l

I head the idiot and then about the wenches before we came upon a long lawn that hid a story openly behind a truth.I'm not allowed to speak that truth or the cat it rode in on. I m

Malkuth is the prison I missed. Binah is the angel of death. Chokmah is the Egyptian Answer, treat her kindly.

I said and728 aloud in my room. Nothing happened. I must have misunderstood the clue. It was there one moment & gone the moment after the next one.You're stuck with it until then.

I couldn't decide which was more worrisome; the drums or the xylophone. The drummer looked more accomplished and polished but the xylophonists had poise up the yingyang. That boded

I couldn't decide which was more worrisome; the drums or the xylophone. The drummer looked more accomplished and polished but the xylophonists had poise up the yingyang. That boded

e whole travelling. Time travel was more stressful than it was estimated. But he had to come back. It was essential. The problem would be if he ran into his older self.

Pack up your worries and piss them away with your frolly. Prolly. I'm not sure.You said the drugstore was what way? Next to the church that isn't a church for the ragweed. Yeah, I

fingers were fingers no more. They were barrels of a gun. And no one in the world would notice the difference. They would activate only when the need arose. And still

The wife was the prime collector. Unlike the others, she worked herself in on her own, without connections. She'd been a walk in when walk ins got dead and here she was leading the

Hey, you got to be careful with those tophats dude, that one sounded like I got my picture taken when I'm with some whore who isn't my wife. That ho better be out getting me my mon

"So you invented a culture so you would not have to give your kids the talk about the birds and the bees", I asked my father, straight on. He fumbled with his pockets, looked at me

ep you up at night, scratching your head and wondering where it all began to go so wrong. But you love this type of story, don't you? The tension, the thrill of the unexpected...

I blinked stupidly, trying to focus. The fog created an impenetrable wall of grey, and was thick enough to muffle sound. My heart thudding in my chest was deafening. I reached for

on? Possible. I shoved the end into my nostril, but it was too large and all I achieved was a bloody nose. I tossed the blood-stained wooden spoon into the sink and opened the next

nky to blow my snotty nose with. I had to do something to reclaim my status as the family's cutest child. I would watch my cousin Mircella being fed and put to sleep by my aunt,

coming in fits and bursts: first, a fast, violent downpour that it was impossible to keep up with, then long, boring dry spells in between. Being a detective was hard work, but the

bellybutton. It made for a useful little dish for dips. I scooped out some tomato sauce, spread it on my fried egg and devoured it. Every so often I re-filled my bellybutton with

to let puny human constructs like logic or physics get in our way. No; what we can conjure up with our minds is the real world, and everything outside that is irrelevant.

Prawnson, mouth agape. Det. Manatee waddled over to the blood-stained scissors and lifted them with one gentle flipper. "Look closer, Prawnson," he said, holding the blade up.