“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...
That isn’t a Photoshop
At the time you were a rake and a roustabout, spending all your money on the whores and hounds.
untz
It's just a stutter. It's just a stutter. It's just a stutter. The hat and the hair were both sitting on the desk in the Office of the President the United States In Exile when Donald walked in, short little steps to main balance, a Diet Coke in one hand and...
[untitled SugarFree project]
Hugging? Ew.
Enact my labor, Starbucks! Squeeze that nut!
Never, never, never
“Son, you must be fucking high.”
It’s time for Aborto-maniacs
And we’re zany to the max
So just sit back and relax
You’ll laugh ’til you collapse
We’re Aborto-maniacs!
Screwed-up eyes and screwed-down hairdo
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“My body feels young but my mind is very old” (It’s the opposite for me.)
Why are they lone wolves if there are three of them?
And a party that will never stop
Happy
The American Farmer
The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.
Strawberry, now out on LaserDisc.
Keevland. Keevcinnati. Keevtroit. Keevami.
Keev
This terrible silence stops me.