[ensonar]

and fuck she did, not physically, but psychologically. Fucking everything in hearing distance, she lilted like a whithered rose on a hot summer afternoon. Dropping onto blades of grass, she split herself in two...

[BratscheWarrior]

loaves of honey bread. This strange omen was seen by a little boy who immediately went to his mother and proceeded to lecture her on the value of planting cookie sheets. "Dear mum," he said,"the intrinsic value of the cookie sheet tree is...

[ensonar]

the many layers in which it produces itselves within our consciousnesses...and furthermore it were the holiday after all and nothing pleases me more than a hot cookie sheet melded to the structure of my skeletal...

[BratscheWarrior]

protuberence which was an offshoot of my pinky finger!" The boy loved his pinky. So much that he stuck it up his ass. For 4 years. After 4 years, it got chopped off and his best friend put it up his ass. 20 years later he gave it to...

[ensonar]

everyone he saw. For the finger changed to violets and everyone wanted a little piece. Violet pie for everyone! The delicious purple velvet flowers made all who sipped of it a little mad, and wanting for a tightly sealed jar of milk. Not the milk of cows you say, but of many thin people standing on splintery wooden fences made of shining metal reflections, steeped in...

[BratscheWarrior]

goo. And these thin people were the charter members of the Society of Truth Seeking Cable Repair Men...As they hooked people up to the Spice Channel they also...

[BratscheWarrior]

spun webs of lies. They planned to cheat their customers and secretly charge them ourageous fees for their deliveries of cockroach flavored cheesecakes!!!...

[ensonar]

on a Sunday afternoon in the rain, we grew to 7 flights of cocktail napkins, bursting with empathy on a sunday afternoon under a blanket of fog. We watched the elves bring flower shaped bowls full of glowing charcoal...

[BratscheWarrior]

which when melted down to it's most basic form tasted like cider. And in the cider swam little weevels made of chocolate. The ponies drank this vile gas and farted out of their...

[ensonar]

handlebars. Fast beyond the temptatious mildew rag, bent below the message board, She bored a little hole in the side of the fountain's edge and,