Life, for some, is hell. Take Tony Tweadle, for instance. He was born in a Cheetos bag. His mother was a skeezer who didn't even know she was in labor. She thought she was finally

"How, exactly, does a strange riddle work?" "Wrong question but I will answer it anyway in the form of a strange riddle." The interlocutor nodded her assent. Then he vanished right

A solo David Lungless never quite panned out for me. I don't know how that can be. He does solid work in the Blue Clyde. Outstanding work really, but then falls flat when alone. To

I meant to ask him after the unknown gestation periods of countless alien species. I forgot to when he smiled & called me a Karen to my face. I called him a Chad & a fauxinfluencer

Though he did influence me in my delinquency/ Jovenal & al Farabi might take note/ he spoke. What he spoke of was not new or in progress. It was all that friction that was missing.

A friction we scream about in our dreams. We like how we sound. All these heads to get into. Just WOW!

Or MOM if it being upside down is your kink. More power to the Oedipal. Can you feel me? No you can’t. But I touched you. I hope. That might explain that look in that guy’s look. I

But she was doing it and I watched the whole thing, except the parts I don’t remember or didn’t actually watch. I watched them. And I came to the conclusion that what I saw was one

Big pile of shit you’re selling mister. I don’t think that shit wants selling. Not in this town and not on my watch especially. Go sell your shit down the road or the road might be

Nation is a mystery that hasn't found the right politics yet. Or, so, I used to think until I met Omar Peck. Yes, they always ask that. Before the steigle device. Long before that.

How soon before the Great and Glorious Rump demands everybody be in uniform? I can see the Secretary in a bright red uniform with gold amulets and piping. The incantations worked i

In shock to know what he now knew. What he didn't know was for what purpose were they tendering this offer. They weren't dumb people. He'd give them that. What was he missing? Felt

Inconvenient spots are the bane of my existence. I feel like I've said that before. Maybe not about inconvenient spots. Something being the bane of my existence. I'm afraid I've se

Might have better things to do with my time if I knew how much time I had. That is sad but so true and I own it. Knowing what the full count is really brings a calm to a lost soul.

Present at the beginning and at the end. Nothing on all sides, even the odd ones. I didn't take on any form until I did and then only because they asked for it. I fumbled it, as I

Remembered that I had orange juice here beside me just now. There it is in a red cup. It has lost its chill, I suspect. It has but that makes it better for me. I won't have to hear

Were those good enough reasons to throw the towel in? I couldn't be parted from my towel. How unfroody that would be. I could not stand not being a frood but I was really a fraud.

I now have a hankering for some orange marmalade and not a remoulade. Quite definitely, not a remoulade. I'm not a De Sade. I'm not even a count that you make on your bedpost at

How many times you took somebody else's punch didn't seem to ever stop you from taking them. Like when Johnny Secco slipped and you took Rocko's knuckle sandwich in the kisser. Bet

Leaves a scar on your reputation, something like that. We didn't need to be told by everybody's eyes. We grew up here. We knew what the score was. We'd be right there beside 'em if