I told him that he should never image that he could get me to honor our deal after what he did to the French Cuff Man. He flatly maligned him every which way but right. It would be

I was 7 when he first sent me to bring the pussy. I searched and searched until it was dark out and Papa slipped in his visit with Aunt Clymenestra and the Philip Batemans.

I could feel the angel's wing besides me in the earth, her pin feathers wrapping themselves onto each touch. Each part yearning for touch, for the spark when We have met the enemy

I haven't scolded myself yet today; that's a victory, of sorts. 5:27 and no scolding, no scalding, no school. Fooling the fools who they were fooling they got full of themselves &

I had twisted my toes again and now I didn't know where one foot started and the other one ended. I assumed they met in the middle because I bothered to ask because I still don't

Besides her radiance and her smile, and her temperament, and her fine comportment, and that she was loved by one and all in the Village of Aarrgggh, everything about her is Evil.

It feels like Pali. I tasted the Pali including the word and Pali. (logos & Pali) probably and the dumbfucks that love them. That supported our image of Bali. Probably. Most likely

And I did! I was able to scratch my way through the walls, back out to the hallway. Back to my friend, Tim. Tim was actually just a tiny box. My hands were stumps at this point,

Shia Labeouf's bloody head floating in the full bath tube. Shia's head is still alive and trying not to swallow any of the brackish water. "This doesn't divide us", the head said.

, forgetting he was still hooked into Cerebro. Around the world, hundreds of thousands mutants started screaming & going postal. Hank slapped Xavier to shut him up, knocking over

their car into the concrete barrier. They considered changing their band's name to the Crashes but quickly rejected the idea. Anyways, Daniel was just inches from the peanut butter

cash from your nephew Vlad. Sometimes he bring friend.) Still, if StrarMage could help her fix her maternal feelings into existing, maybe he could be tolerated in the short term.

onto the remains of the moose. "So sorry," I said, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. "It's just that it smells rancid." The lunch lady lifted a bushy eyebrow,

Mummy was already unraveling & my four poster looked like a TP party. I like my trysts rubineque, but this twiggy queen had ribs obscene. I like a patella as much as the next fella

swerved into our lane. Sukamo fell off our pyramid and through the mazda's sun roof. We five pedaled after him on our one bike. During Jakarata rush hour, we'd be late for school.

the bacon platter to bare. Kitty/Puppy curled up with Sophia and napped under the moon. The man in the moon winked and Sophia dialed the groomers. Tomorrow would be the big day.

But ho! Woab's garden was full of enchanted flowers who sang enchanted songs to Rebbie and Pinky's story. "Come, my sweet little tale," they sing, as Gibber waits hungrily in the

would be plentiful for the annual Fiddle Fest this coming Saturday. Pa smiled and rosined up his bow and even momma and aunty sister stopped chasing the cat to do a clog dance.

and indeed we had first met in our mother's womb. Marta and I knew we could never return to it's warm confines, but we attempted to replicate it with handcrafted items, all in pink

It sold suits for women and heels for men. you could get spanex and speedos but best of all Mary could get her mother the best birthday present ever, the Italian man.