My poor language and my world can only find one word to describe the film that forms on the eyeball of a dead man floating in the river run. It is not a word I can utter in mixed

It was the summer of '89 and I was in my senior year at high school. My parents decided to go away for the weekend so I had the house to myself. I asked my cult to come over and we

they were still skating circles around the ice rink. He looked down at his bloody corpse, shoved into the back of the shoe storage cupboard. Blood still trickled sluggishly from

went to a BBQ at a friend's house and offered to grill the sausages. I mistook my sausage fingers for the actual sausages and let them sizzle. I didn't realise until the dog, Fido,

was far less enjoyable - there were bugs crawling over my skin, and things melted if you looked at them for too long. I was much happier idling in the mainstream reality.

This man was, perhaps, the pinnacle of all evil. The worst of the worst. His crime, you ask? Well... he leaves the toilet seat up after he's peed.

I set down my pen and tried to read over the words I'd scrawled across the page. My handwriting was like an italicised train wreck. Maybe my brain was too far ahead of my hand.

I decided to ask him. "Hey, buddy," I said, meeting his forty eyes. "What's wrong with your hat?" He blinked slowly, and all of his eyes were out of sync. "Not pink," he clicked.

book cover, and we're good to go on our book tour to all the Ape Houses in the tri-state area. I'm sure that the zookeepers will invest in this valuable chimp guide. I'll be rich!

"How many islands have you given you first born son?" "11." "How many did you give to your youngest son?" "7 & I gave my daughter 3. Why do you ask?" "You gave the humans 37." Eyes

I got Shanghaied by the dishes and then by breakfast in the afternoon. Then by depressurization. Would I emerge a clean man once again? The tea leaves were murky. That says a lot.

I told myself that I was only going with the flow when in Rome. This was the state of humanity in this universe. I could act like a brute because that is what they were. I knew bet

Looking into a mirror is intrinsically evil. That heresiarch was right about one thing even if he didn't know how many fingers to bless with. Mirrors multiply the evil.

was leading a ragtag team of survivors through the streets of Tampa. Shopkeepers, junkies, & others, all looking to him because he wore sergeant stripes for a once upon a time army

Kevin like to have things follow their own schedule which is what he did. He only bothered with the lawn when it worked with his schedule. The grass had its own. Mowing ensued.

You're beginning to answer your voices aloud where other people can hear you & only you. They can't hear your voices. They already thought you were mad & look at what that got you.

If that is the case, then that is the case. However, are we sure that is the case? You know, just in case. No, this is the case. If it wasn't the case, it would be some other case.

I told the floor tile to get back in its place. It looked back at me like, "that isn't where I belong". That made me think that maybe I'm in the wrong spot too. I put the tile back

Pope Silverback grunted a disavowal at the Grand Inquisitor. The Pope didn't trust the Capuchin. Yet, he was useful, Moreso, his Inquisition. How to make him see we needed humans?

I didn't mention it but I hope you saw the rain that wasn't there anymore. Other than this mention, of course. Well, and I've still got it inside me watering Spain. It can't leave