“Turbans are not hats,” the hat whispered as he thrashed on the edge of sleep, eyes darting under swollen lids, “Not hats, not hats.” What dreams a hat? Sing, O' Muse, in Epic Fury, Furies FurryFelt-red MAGA hat astride the great house of White,To Persia he casts...
“WAR!’ the hat yelled. “We gonna bomb those fuckers good!” “Do you have to be so bloodthirsty?" the hair asked. “Oh, here he goes. Mr. Peace. Mr. Don’t-Want-No-Trouble-Mister.” “Yeah, yeah.” “Bok-bok-bok,” the hat chickened. “I just don’t think we have any business in...
“Shake his hand, John,” Lump whispered. “We will need somewhere to go after the lunatics in the party drives us off.” “What if Gisele finds out?” John asked. “What, is she going to somehow hate you more?” The State of the Union scrum was loud and people surged around...
All the things she couldn’t say.
Bork bork bork
I don’t know if it’s my strength, but this chair keeps breaking!
“But the dreams came on in the humid Florida night like livewire voodoo”
Seduction
The Triumphant Return of Cracky
The high falsetto
You knew what you were getting into.
Empty dreams can only disappoint.
Titties
I was bored before I even began
Who made who?
As simple as a flower
Take a deep whiff.
The ashes and the fire.
The Price of Betrayal
Learning lines in the rain
“Heel mee,” Dianne groaned through the working section of her twisted mouth. “No, I don’t think so, Dianne,” Hillary said, barely looking up from her pubic topiary. “All-wahs loyul,” Dianne said effortly. “I desherve…” “You deserve nothing,” Hillary said. clip...
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Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep.
The Long Dark Night of the Cocksucker’s Soul
I AM THE ELECTRIC MESSIAH!