Damnation. Now I do too. I was avoiding this one since I knew it was a reply to my previous post. It keeps coming up. Even when I'm not looking at it, I can see it. Mustard & eggs.

not to fret though, I was done with the paper and fed it to embers at my feet. The night was being tedious to me. The dry blood in my veins almost pulsed when I heard a clink clink

"Close but not even close. It is a Lynxgila mix I think I've perfected. Should really work out well when we're homesteading Mars." He had a point. "Ok, "Dr. Frankenstein", here's

of here before I feed you to the Kraken. "Oh no, I'm DIYman. I eschew any power beyond my own muscle. I intend to give you a hand driven trepanning the likes you'll never see." He

"Well, you've given me that we can talk about then. Haven't you," she said and then turned her full attention on Uncle Charlie's ghost. "How was your suicide? Was it your first? Oh

something, I guess. Her mouth was missing too. I'm pretty sure her larynx was flapping away at something, which is why I thought she said something. Then Hell's single bars are a j

Pretty sure, that was the second one. Feels like it. Yeah. It is.

Why not one of each?

and revealed his left butcheek. "You see that tattoo? I got it when I unlocked this level." It was Tweety Bird. "Tweety Bird, huh." I said. "Yep," he replied, "now let's have sex."

One was about how that “other” orange juice settled on me. It ended up tasting like watered down Tang.

"Yesss." Hissed the police officer. "but is that really a justification for stealing IP addresses and killing everybody on Folding Story? In years to come you'll be known as the

Frankly, the world deserves it. What other planet would allow creatures that feast on creatures eyes on its back? Mother Nature is a cruel hearted bitch. Well, I can be too.

Offered her leg up for the boil to be examined. "Well." They began, squinting closer to the growth. "It isn't your brother Geoff, but it seems to be President Donald Trump!"

"It's OK Marty." The Doc exclaimed. "We can always jump in the DeLorean and change it all. Maybe do something about your shaking too." "What shaking, Doc?" "Oops, wrong timeline."

Flickered towards the runic symbols on the sorcerers sleeve. If only I could understand them. Then, a crashing could be heard as my robolizard butler smashed through the wall

I can live a relatively normal life as a journalist. The eye on my hand could spot things I could not, so long as it doesn't blink and usher the return of its rightful owner

Well, where her eye used to be. The empty socket was covered by a patch now. "What ho sea-strumpet!" I cried. "Ne'e have I seen a hag so scrumptious without the aid of a sea grog.

I must have finally succumbed to Morpheus’s blue & red songs of the playa because I was awakened in the park, alone and having a good cry. I suspect in mid-cry actually. Cerelean

Also, I realised, leaning back on my deckchair and sipping a cup of tea. Once the red faced man had snuffed it his corpse would make an excellent fertiliser for my next garden

Until they found out about the gnome sized knife I had stashed away under my pillow, and the gnome poison (gnomicide) and the fact I'd been lazing their pixie drinks with DMT