A great deal of confusion could certainly have been avoided if the organizers of the inaugural skin cancer prevention awareness gala hadn't titled the conference: ForSkin!

Is there anyone out there who can help me write a surrealist poem?

Sarah lifted the cube from the ground. It glowed a faint orange. Where had this mysterious artifact come from. Suddenly, the cube began to make a strange sound.

She felt more depressed than ever. She stared at herself in the mirror hating every part of her body. She then glanced at the toilet reflecting what she had just done.

I tend to evaluate my life decisions in long car trips. Tonight was no different, one single burden briefly illuminated by the alternating glow of street lights.

He was going to kill two birds with one Stone. Sharon Stone.

1940 AlButeen beer, i was there alone no one notice me. Fatima I'm Obaid she did't see or haired me. I saw my kids, my mom and Saleh my freind.

The Shambly Man in his tattered cloak showed up in in the clean and gleaming quarters of Starbase 12, far from the woods of his youth. He tried to greet the people there, but

Men in tights jumping and twirling around stage with sugar plum fairies. It's Nutcracker season again. Every year I suffer through it. The only good part of the whole damn show is

Grape. Orange. Orange. Durian. Mango. Orange. Radish. Nutmeg. Iceplant. Nutmeg. Grape. Jojoba. Iceplant. Mango. Yam. Orange. Uplandcress. Radish. Mango. Iceplant. Squash. Squash.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess that lived in a castle in a forest. She was living the life of luxury: food, dresses, shoes, pets- anything she wanted.

Unfortunately, Jim was worrying about his exams.

Swino drunk 18 cans of beer, fought a cow & passed out drunk under a tree. Tragically he was killed in a car accident less than a month after his rampage. What does this say about

“MAJOR 您好 HAS LEFT ATMOSPHERE 5 AND WE HAVE RECEIVED INFORMATION TO SUGGEST THAT HE HAS WARP FACTOR 9’D TO THE LOWLY PLANET EARTH!!”

I've been told that Jefforama's farts can smell like rainforest hummus mixed with wet tar, or fresh converse soles, 3 day old cloths hamper, natto on steaming rice, Aunt Valetta's

Falling...this was a sensation I had become accustomed to. In the past few months,

Hey my name is leche now if u speak spanish you would know that means milk and well yes i am just a plain old jug of milk. This is the story of my life.

I bet all of the money in my bank account that no one will continue this story.....

From the site he had chosen, the rebel commander could see sixty kilometres of coastline. The place was Broome on Australia's west coast. Beyond was the shimmer of the Indian Ocean

Actually, this is the end: "Getting to this point at all was a small wonder in itself. Everyone was proud." The last fold is where this story starts...