Finished Folds (41—60)
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2house employee who he had chosen as a hostage. Bad day for him as this particular lass was former Mossad and turned spatula ready to strike at bone.
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7orange glaze melting off it in a citrus plasma creating a swirling vortex of black holes where it burned through the very soul of the carpet. Good thing it's a rental. I sheathed
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2even drunker when Sven jammed a beer can up his rear and put him on a hot grill, top down terminal sauna style. Regardless, the pole shift would happen, gummy bears or not. Gemini
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2adeus the shame robot sat charging in the corner, already sharpening his phonetic barrage. A humming wave of nausea swept over them as twin kraken rose from their soup bowls.
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8It was a hard decision but I needed to decide or they would kill Molly. What color from the spectrum would I choose for them to murder? Oh, the repercussions! Would the sky go dark
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3The stars indeed wheeled overhead but the celestial music was incomprehensible. I tried to tap a foot searching for the beat but felt myself disconnect. The music was gone and I
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4I called upon the mer-folk and the watery deep. It didn't help that I was land locked and the only impact was a sort of low tide fish smell. Damn it. I prepared for arcane combat
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3eating their past with ravenous aplomb. As it ate the history it consumed began to impact reality. Abe Lincoln was no longer a President, but became instead a diabolical
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4It was here, beyond all probability, that Elmer Fudd actually got a shot off and blew the rabbit's thoughts against the wall. They truly were not that interesting anyhow.
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4I summoned Astaire and Rogers into my circle before I realized my mistake. Their zombie parts wouldn't hold up and it wasn't long until they realized that brains are the height of
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14Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga, Aroooga,
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1he masturbated way to much, something he couldn't associate with S.S.C (on second thought maybe he could). Regardless, if wheat grass was to be the substance of his future vagina
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6bored straight into the skull of Jehovah, a cosmic lobotomy gone awry. Luck would have it that Jehovah, being Jehovah shook it off causing big bangs, and rippling birth pangs to s
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1the flowers burst forth singeing the air with their noxious stench coaxing pterodactyl big butterflies to feast on the twisted rancid rusting soft underbelly of what was, what is?
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2to each note, every one a universe in itself expanding and exploding in concentric circles. The dirge began to pick up tempo. Some of pirates began to hum along blood running from
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4Thus it came to pass that the earth purged the monkey creatures. But before she did she asked the last surviving man why he should be allowed to persist. Luckily that last manling
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2...was aired, tinfoil hats and all. For a moment, a twitching nanosecond, the insectoid Commander of the star destroyer Phalus paused at the controls weapons humming
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4"Father forgive me, because I know exactly what I am doing."
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4akin to seeing images of woman you will never touch. It was that spark I needed, something big. I walked the boulevard after sunset trying to measure the party folk for a suitable
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3garden, but the gas shortage was severe. It stalled and Eustanov had a short time to contemplate his prophetic utterings realizing quickly that being right matters little when