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listen, bruja, I think you're approaching

  • listen, bruja, I think you're approaching all this wrong...how can he even dignify that with a response? ESPECIALLY him. We gotta go stealth.
  • No, I’m never going out without the fig leaf. I won’t spend another second outside of the danger zone without protection. It’s who I am. Please understand my underwhelming modesty.
  • today i brought my fig bar instead. i liked it way better than that crap im obsessed with. then i dropped it at work.
  • It exploded with a deafening report. I went to ask Mrs. Olsen if she had replaced my fig bars with plastic explosives, but it was too late. She was all ready a pile of dust. There
  • was a hint of old grandma smell, but other than that she was just a big pile of dust. I would have felt bad, but every time I visited, she made me look at pictures of her previous
  • Incarnation, when she was Mary Lou Skinner from Pen Argyl, cheerleader captain, and member of the Space Club…she had genuine prints of her wearing goggles and gloves while handling
  • pom poms constructed on a long, thin magnesium plate. Korizo Matsumoto designed them, in his old-fashioned way. Mary was among those beatnik types then, which is a statement surely
  • the old Mary would never had cottoned too had she heard it as describing herself. It was a testament to the beatniks that they had completely transformed Mary. Mary's pom poms took
  • on a new meaning then. They were symbols, some said, of her everlasting effervescence, her zest for flowers, poetry, and Kahil Gibran. Mary's pom-poms were bronzed & placed in the
  • Guggenheim. Mary vanished one day after a pep rally, and nobody saw or heard from her, again; but her memory lives on in the hearts and minds of the people who knew and loved her.

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