Keep your fucking hands and feet out of the mixer at all times. If one of those paddles gets hold of you, that’s it.
In the next lot over they sword-fight with tube-lights
“I hope your new boyfriend gets cancer in his dick,” he says finally, and her composure cracks just long enough to knock her spoon off the table.
something's broken on TV
I feel like I'm wearing weird underwear
Jonesy's Punctured Romance
Maybe it was just Jonesy’s unsteady mislaid hand, but the painting had a blurred effect that was, in fact, shivery.
this was the sum of all wars
"We should drive onto the lake."
That boy liked to cut earthworms in half
That Sad Yellow Sphere
Somewhere far away there’s a monkey throwing barrels and I figure that he must have a sense of job satisfaction and a more profound understanding of life than I.
the genie / emerges from the humpbacked woman's / second set of shoulders.
The individual cat’s vicious and uncompromising egotism is exactly their weakness as a group...
her glossy throne lay deep filtered from the mass