"I haven't finished with you yet", said the

"I haven't finished with you yet", said the rag to the furniture polish, in that titilating kind of way that only fabric can.

I thought about objects that would keep crossing each others paths, the rag and the furniture polish, the rosin and the bow, the sock and the shoe. They were destined to come back

to me during culmination of the act. She said I was too mechanical and seemed to be somewhere else. I was just polishing her DMs to a fine buff or performing flight of the bumble

fuck Egypt. It was a song about some waaaay off place that everyone has been to but no one can find on a map. This strange mysterious land causes an immense outrage in the person

Huh huh

"Hee hee." "Are we done giggling?" asked Sister Christian, "Because you all make me sick."

The girls of Saint Jesus's monastery looked at one another in silence in the wake of Sister Christian's non-sequitur remark. She slammed the door behind herself and shut the lights

was Sister Christian was already dead. The jackals took her out earlier. One rather clever Jackal disguised himself as the milkman and fooled Sister Christan into opening the door.

Then he gobbled her right up whole. Fortunately, a woodcutter happened to be present, cut open the jackal with his trusty axe, was able to retrieve Sister Christian and revive her.