“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...
“Why did you let me get so drunk on that stuff?” the hair asked, miserable, perched on Donald’s shoulder like a parrot about to vomit. “I didn’t let you do anything,” the hat said. “I’m not your Cracky.” “I miss that guy,” the hair said. “We all miss that guy,” the...
“What’s blood for, if not for shedding?”
I am a sticky sticky son of a gun
Florida aura
https://twitter.com/JerryDunleavy/status/1493990301551190028 Welp, that's the end of BLM. Once you get sucked into the Clinton maw, the only way out is "suicide." Deadly bombs may go green New explosives could be more powerful and safer to handle than TNT and...
Yummy
Hot soup boils in the wretched spoils of the clock collector’s clique
chop
Love is so confusing
FACT CHECKED
I dreamed about killing you again last night and it felt alright to me
dolla holla
Money feeds my music machine
Futzing
I’m your rubber peacock angelic whore
I’m a wrought iron face upon the wall
“Love lost, fire at will, dum-dum bullets, and shoot to kill.”
Fake Fake but in a Real Real way
Meanwhile…
All music and a story I didn’t write.
Editor’s Note: Some readers may find this story arousing.
Can I make it anymore obvious?
Kentucky
“I am Yulaw! I am nobody’s bitch!”