demonstrated the route Sir English Mustacheface had taken along the veranda through the conservatarium and out via the solarineum. He'd eaten all the sidewalk chalk--the big kind.

out a selection of erotic crullers to enjoy by herself. As she walked down the London street in London, a street in London, she checked her watch, noting Big Ben was a minute slow.

no addiction to heroin laced with crack and a THC chaser. But who had time for that in this crazy fad-a-day world? People slaved away to make videos of playing mobile games. What

blasted the blasted heath until my blaster's batteries were out of blasting juice. So I squeezed some caterpillars out into its blast chamber to refuel my blaster and I was good to

Toast sounded about good right then, and I was pretty sure the words "Hooters", "Purple Nurples", and "Flops" were responsible for why I could suddenly smell burnt toast. Edging up

which is very pissing in the wind. It would've been better if he'd made everyone retweet me or leave comments on my YouTube vids. But I understand he was busy holding up the bank.

the nimblest momeraths outgrabed me by the bundle of my pantaloons. The momeraths meant nothing but it; they just wanted to get fed, but I still let out an appalling shriek as my

And absolutely form-fitting to the Goofy costume as well. See, when I say "specimen", I don't mean that he was handsome, but that he was some science experiment gone wrong. Freaks

walked into the thin air they had at that time of year in Vermont & that was that. Not only did I not know her, I didn't know I should have. The tin of maple syrup was just that,

do I spout hate! I spout hot and cold hate! I'm a regular hate-spigot! Doc, ya gotta do something to help me mend my ways before I blow a gasket. (Maybe I need a plumber?)

the tautology is seems. Spirit, like matter, has extension which manifests in this case as Will. In fact this is the same Will that moved our bodies while still corporeal. Crowley

of our Bacchanal or the woods would be full of fecundity beyond comprehension. Instant insemination, in all its forms, mating & blooming out of season. Now the howls made sense for

would notice that I had no rhythm. I had perfected the psuedorhythmic progression. But this floor tile that is stuck to my foot is dampening the effects of my random number generat

Out in the open he went, Winne the Pooh was not looking.

Hoped. Mainly because Banksy gets all the press. Or the local taggers who don't remember their roots. Simple always gets complicated without roots. We come from the stars, why here

"That means you're taking the option to leave it? Because that is the way it works here. Take it or leave it. You Norse gods are always this way. Except Baldur. I loved Baldur. We

in a plate of spaghetti, ruining his pants. Everyone laughed, none harder than Hermina Belinda Hunsucker herself. She knew that she and her Donut Party would win the presidential

use tools like my axe are not really as limited as you'd think. Which I demonstrated by beheading my attacker and at the same time fixing his spelling for him. He died serene. The

little monsters, believing that as their adopted mother, she would be spared. But no. As soon as they'd lost their milk-teeth they chewed off her arms and swallowed them. Armless,

part of the stew I'm in." Then Ducky Wucky watched in horror as Henny Penny stirred herself in the pot by spinning around using a wooden spoon as a paddle, and basting herself with