i am freaked out by how not freaked out I am about my new neighbors being cannibals. I guess they are used to being the new neighbors. They're proactive. They gave me a brochure.

One thing I learned from the brochure as that there was large market for Ethically Sourced Human Flesh for Human Consumption. (ESHFfHC). I guess the ETHICALLY SOURCED made it okay.

I liked that they had to specify that the ETHICALLY SOURCED HUMAN FLESH was for HUMAN CONSUMPTION. What other uses are there for ETHICALLY SOURCED HUMAN FLESH? I worry about non-

French Tickler was a popular item for us during the pandemic. Mom says it was because of the taste of hibiscus. I don't know about that. Who gets that much of a kick from hibiscus?

I just pat her on the shoulders and give her an extra cannabis dancing bear gummy. I keep those separate from the real kind. Those are for real occasions. The window for them was

But she packed up my bags and she took off down the road. She hadn't acted any different than I'd been told.I got my money's worth and them some. Predicting my time of death wasn't

I took Doctor Sassafras at his word. Why wouldn't I? He was an expert in his field. What he was telling me was preposterous on prima facie and had nothing to do with his field, but

I could see all the wedding guests splayed out like a painting by Degas. Not so much the theme but by the foreboding irony of the situation but with pink tutus & feet looking. Maid

Having lost the Philosopher's Stone three times already today, I felt it incumbent that I find us more suitable quarters to quarter in during our quarantine. Quarrels would be

Latrell the Male Model was not getting much work these days because everybody seemed to know how to model their own maleness. What with Instablam, Farcebook, and Twatters you could

In a vain effort to escape her roots, she changed her name to Hattie Carruthers. She was a Hat Check Girl at the Gentleman's Skating Rink. Born to be a Cigarette & Matches Girl, at

I'm happy to be so sad for you. so bad for you. let me carry that weight for you. this sin of yours is lighter than mine. Who knew? I'm seeing it all through the framework I put to

The numbers didn't add up. I had to ask for an official summation. The Higher Maths sent a low level Accumulator to tally my rows and columns. She found an imaginary number in the

The imaginary number belonged to my imaginary friend, Imaginary friend #1. All my imagination went into imagining Imaginary Friend #1, I didn't have any left to imagine her a name.

I explained to Imaginary Friend #1 that, unlike her, the imaginary number she had adopted, had an existence outside of my mind. The imaginary number was more Real than she or I.

Have you ever been doing something, like, I don't know, pouring orange juice when you suddenly realize, "WTF?! I'm really pouring orange juice! This is wild!"? Yeah, me neither.

"I'm in the queue for quandary. I think I wore the wrong shoes. Did you know that … " "You're in the wrong queue." "Excuse me, I'm on the phone! (can you believe this?), I'm quite

"I got something she can research & develop, if you know what I mean." "That'll be enough of that kind of talk Mr. Shmuckatelli. The search party hasn't found anything on you yet."

I can only relate how it is from inside my skin, for me. The whole being inside a flesh tube absolutely has to be gotten over from the get go or we won't be getting any work done.

Identity is the nexus that establishes the continuity that is personhood; a persistence of consciousness with duration sufficient for self-reflection. Instinct, if it falls short.