This is a tragic story of star-crossed lovers,

This is a tragic story of star-crossed lovers, faked suicides, pizza alle vongole, muffled screams and hearts shattered into tiny bits then trampled under the heel of fate. But tha

nk god we wont get into all of that much later, if at all. First, let me tell you about my favourite book - "Chemistry - The Molecular Nature of Matter and Change". What I love abo

Ut chemistry is the sweet smell it leaves under your armpits in the afternoon, just while the sun hits that lovely crest and you feel all rangly in your ninny shuts. Her dan

delion tea had given her the tingly ruts again. Deep deep in her belly there was a hole that demanded sustenance. Gazing at the pink sky she made a decision

...a decision that would impact her life & generations to come. She would join the circus & sell pink cotton candy cones. This would not only cure her diarrheah, but she could laug

h at the fat children without getting in trouble. But the circus life is a hard life. She kept away from the dastardly clowns. She made the unimaginable mistake of getting drunk wi

-th Natty Ice. It wasn't so much a buzz as a steady thump of garbage. She felled a trapezist by teetering into a support beam. Her ringmaster put his hands on his hips, a bad omen.

Who is the killer? Was it giraffe woman? Was it rubber man? And how can a cat be a murder weapon?!

I will now reveal the culprit... (pulls a head mask off the nearest person) "GASP!! OLD MAN BOB?!?" "And I would have done it too it it hadn't been for you BLASTED MEDDLING KIDS!!"