God ate all the food with his hurricane mouth, leaving only shattered glass from the window he broke in through.
I want to wrestle cacti with you until our feet turn orange.
Open door police hoarding all my goddamn grass.
And so it ended as it began, with a shower of blood from a torn vaginal wall.
Imagine my horror when I discovered her new phallus.
Watch out for the trapped doors on the east side of...
I want to throw my life into a wishing well.
