all of the brownies left on the counter. I did not know at the time they were special brownies. Oh the visions I had that day. The loom continue to speak, "Twas brillig

I twisted the two braids into a pretzel shape.

I divided each braid into two more braids.

, which can get messy. Add a little bit of batter at a time to a hot pan or griddle. Whatever you do, don't burn the pancakes, and don't get distracted. Don't say, Hey! It's

he wazhnt intwestid in a blondie gringa like me." But Gran, you're a brunette." Gran grinned impishly. "Da Carpet duzen allwez match dha draypfff." "TMI Grandma!"

He glass felt like it shattered into a thousand pieces, I appeared into a desert, the moon was high, and i stood with next to a shadowy reflection of myself. I asked,

and appear in the Shadow Realm, which I had no idea why is was called that, cause it looked more like a desert, at night. I stared across the Dunes, when I see a plane, falling.

high. and to see world burn under his lacquer black shoes. It is the time for Jeeves, the Butler, the Great and the Almighty to rise, and conquer the

of Grass. "Oh! The Powerful God of all Grass, please grant me power, to smite this beast with the might of a thousand Barleys." and with the the sword of

of the nano projector, moves hundreds of miles away and opens a fishing store in a small seaside town. Strange to say I know, but we have to warn you about that possibility.

-ant about my pigment. It should be pink not yellow. I glared at Sigmund. He was my rig man who had recently injured his ligament. “Moldy bread?!”

Assembled aliens have we got a line-up for you! Figrin D'an and the Modal Nodes are warming up,followed by our headliner Max Rebo & Evar Orbus and His Galactic Jizz-Wailers! WoOot!

Blind mystic Baba Vanga's predictions are reported in the Science category of news because she has Ph.D. in Entrail Reading and Aether Communications from the University of

fresh field of snow outside her window. They were still blinking by some elven magic, and there were shadows of dancing reindeer in a reddish glow. Mrs.Claus put on her knit cloak

BONES, bones, the magical pipes, ribs like marimbas and maraca skulls yikes! Our musical skeletons crack and creak, a twist of my finger, merely a tweak,

Thoughts of needing sleep but not sleeping keep me awake.Ergo prophetiae adimpletione antidormienti sui. I will never pass my Latin test tomorrow! This is when Julius Caesar appear

test of dadaist incongruence, her face composed of a washboard, a smashed up watch and a pipe which wasn't, the complexion some sort of white wall with cy twomblian scrawls

Hey, wait a minute! That means I'm a dull sluggard with a snore-inducing biography! I don't want that! I want to be original. I want people to say things at my wake like, "

inus asinum fricat murmured the throng, and down came the Lord Donkeykong. For the Day Without A Name did have a name, and The Silent were nolonger. The wooden folk became asses.

I took it as inspiration to remake Citizen Kane as a modern day parable set in a psychedelic land of the Bluebird.The young protagonist born in a poor immigrant family in Chicago's