Finished Folds (1541—1560)
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5Uranus appeared, his hair combed and his shirt buttoned. "I'm standing in for Gaia," said the whipped god. "So what'll it be, bountiful harvest? Death of all enemies? New Mustang?"
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2tiki metal, which featured three percussionists playing coconuts. The bacteria swayed rhythmically to the slosh of milk. Like the Pied Piper, he led them outside with his stereo
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5sent ripples through his aura. Guido was the Prophet of Improv, but the puppet masses resisted fraying their taut strings and burling their wooden hearts. He discovered a guitar in
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5yet cheesy motions. Doug was saving his Supreme future prospects for someone else. "Can I have the other half of your pie?" Patti asked, foreshadowing their future divorce court
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4Some men personified objects, but they further objectified them, dressing them as bunnies and the like. The cameras rolled as the paper and a can of soup, clad in leather, made
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3set up a road block in a hippie relocation village. As the Snacky Cake truck stopped, the doors of huts opened, causing an outpour of smoke and hungry, mosying folks. The creme fil
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8offered her a whole new world tour. My magic carpet was used and smelled of cigarettes, plus the bug shield was cracked. I brushed off soda cans as she approached. "Where to?"
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8on the ground: a robe and a laser pointer. His ghost appeared to me. "Don my robe. Give power points." Scoffing, I turned to the dark side of life coaching. I gave bad advice, like
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4power my garage door. My house was wired to manual sharpeners. But as I cranked, a spark set off a pencil shavings fire. I started my car with another sharpener, but more sparks
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7One of the eggs bit me, initiating a transformation. My body took the shape of a Cassini oval, and a hard white coating formed. "Does anyone have an incubator?" I asked the Carnies
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4Unfortunately, the sealant was Flex Seal. It flaked off and fell harmlessly to the ground, taking the titanium and most of the candy coating with it. Two moist licks sufficed.
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3of the investigation. Katie's body lay in the kitchen, next to an empty tray of Devil's Food Cake. Was this really death by chocolate? "She even licked off the fingerprints," said
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3. My kids were the "Clamities". Devon was Money, Lulu a Mussel & Jacob a Basket of Clam Strips. Dakota spent Devon, Sierra destroyed Lulu & Yosemite ate Jacob. Costume competitions
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6all four tires. Unbeknownst to me, the bogey man was setting up tire swings to improve his football accuracy. He was in a rec league with Drak, among others. They struggled against
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6of rogue auctioneers. They dressed up as children, they spared no deceits. They pawned my invention for chocolatey treats. Their boney hands bound me as thunderbolts crashed
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5wasn't biting. "Caucus, squawk-us. We Mascots are built for anarchy." The Stanford tree nodded in agreement, but the ASU Sun Devil stabbed the parrot with his trident. The Phanatic
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5-rsify my life portfolio. I bought some stocks in astral projections in Mars so I could survive beyond my extermination. As I was crushed, I awoke at a Martian dinner table with
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6-aist masters caught them peeing in Duchamp's "Fountain". "Dadas, we want a more aesthetic working environment," the babies whined. Conventional logic agreed, but their new masters
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4-ause his hand was grubby like Uncle Buck's. One Hand Candy dropped his keys into a tangle of gears and sharp machinery. "How clumsy of me," he said as he reached for it and
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5my Hate-ometer until the mercury burst through the top. My ex asked why my ear was leaking. "Um, you know, just draining fluids for my next role. I'm a Gatorade sweat model." She