hoarse by the time he hit grade school, but we were going for a nightcore sort of thing. Tom Brady-Evangeline and I were doing meth by age 6, like most millennial-boomer advocates,

and attorney on retainer to guard FoldingStory from copyright infringement suits. Otrera's hair was going gray as she pored over all the pop culture references on the site. "Fuck."

Dimble the Dwarf sat in his shame closet, secretly eating a rock. Eating rocks was shameful behavior for Dwarves, but most of them do it. It's taboo.

stuffed Walk-Me-Wet-Me Susan head-first & I waited for the light bulb to cook her dry. Teddy Ruxpin snapped legs off Barbie and wielded them like dual daggers to stop the violence.

my injections. In Rhodesia I contracted the sleeping sickness, the sickness of dreams as swift as reality, of tears I can't remember. A few years later, Nixon went on the lam to be

Wonka was dead, or broke, and the Chinese had taken over the factory. Mike TV wasn't held down; he conditioned himself to watch, and so watched in abject tragedy as the dog died.

I am a pregnant pause. Sob to the darkness with ejaculatory amateur emotion, and they all say "Hey, it's a wonderful kind of day to get along with each other." Arthur got his mom p

The morning's orange juice was still with me. Inside, where the citric acid was doing a number on my esophagus. Outside, as on the hood of my car attracting lots of bees. Spacing

of the 1st batch of sextuplets assumed since, at 6, they were the oldest that put them in charge. I was in the second batch, we were 4. The 3rd batch were who the social worker was

closed amusement park. The Buster Brown used to be an ice cream parlor. The shoe shape had been an attempt to cash in on the amusement park. Renee and her 18 kids moved into it.

to know what to substitute all the sugar with in the Redwall cookbook. She could use egg whites for the eggs of course, but Mrs. Hedgehog couldn't remember if any recipe used them.

She hated drifters. She'd hated them all her life. Ever since a drifter killed her parents. The drifter had been hiding a cloud burst inside & dumped it all on them, on a whim. She

I decide to finish my journey and stop using any mushrooms. Although these mushrooms were perfect, and it gives me this modern feeling of misunderstanding that happened there. Good

was rocked as 20 whales rammed it from starboard away from the iceberg. Bob Ross fell to the floor. The Titanic righted itself and went on to finish its maiden voyage. Nemo took an

kilt, as they say. But who will carry on when Drew is done? A future with no more Barrymores? Who will pick up the acting crown? The Afflecks, Arquettes, Carridines? The Baldwins?

record when your in the mood for an LP, if ya know what I mean. I called him Richard Marx, and we went on tour as a ventriloquist act. I was sure this would impress the women, but

dirge of grandiosity more appropriate to their xenophobic skewed view of things. The Xindi were the ones that opened the theme song front in the Temporal Cold War. Dog whistles and

Looking out from the Lincoln Memorial, Angus Peacock could see the mobs forming down the street. Was this a Trumpian Spring or an insurrection or both. Either way, his patent would

-koo cucumber? Vegepeople like you give me gas. You're seedy. And thin-skinned! Why, I ought to slice you into wedges, except I do like the way you dip. You're in a pickle, my

to come down that track. This fine fellow was no Buddy, Bro, or Mack. He showed up at open slams like Mayor McCheese on super fly crack. He don’t see no reason to hold back on the