One early mornin’ in th’ fall of ‘94 there came into play a series o’ events that were recalled to me by Feather Pluckin’ Jim. Jim was an old friend o’ my folks who wasn’t too smelly but still managed to have a slight odor that was unpleasant enough to make a person want to back away just ever so slightly, to avoid th’ wisps o’ old stink that ( Read more... )

Lardel was always on board on time. Everyman and every kid desired to be just like him. His peculiar and perfect punctuality record raised quite a few eyebrows, but not in the way that would in any manner suggest that Lardel was doing something unordinary. On the contrary, it was extraordinary. In the eyes of his superiors, he was always the ( Read more... )

Twins were prancing up and down the sideways walk, one evil maudlin morn ( Read more... )

Spirits are always inching like third-inch worms being measured with a centimeter stickling. These ghostlings inch past the cornereds of the white soaked walls that enclose my domicile, having now accumulated enough coverage to count half past a mile. Being enclosed in this understood place brings me many rubber stamps. If I were to take these ( Read more... )

I want to take one of them big blades and curoff all of yer heads. Then I'd like to arrange your cranial casings in a neat little row in the front yard of a respected individual, so that even in death, you will remain just as proud and revered as you are in your current state ( Read more... )

Oh how greasebound can you be? Just stop creating enemies. It's so hilarium what an impocketedly dumb society. Heat that grilled meal just a bit more prease. I simply can't wait til you're buried and dead, and I'm traversing the world, spreading the word instead ( Read more... )

Well, I'm off tomorrow, and I won't be back in time for breakfast. The city beckons. Have a foghorned time with the springs you find and their portos. A New York is better than an old one ( Read more... )

The Rubuts can. They will. The future. Is it really now? Where are the flying cars, ringed shoulders, and multiple hands? The future is uncertain. But if there is one thing about the future that is certain than it is this. In the future, it will all be run by Rubuts...so it does not matter ( Read more... )

Anyhows, right awhile ago from now I put the pad neath my armed pit. At first it felt akin to the pillows that are placed to keep your brains that the head contains from spilling the contents onto the ground while you slumber. But, after some time of wandering fast, I actually came at last to the conclusion of how it truly was sensed. This thing ( Read more... )

Every so oftey, but mostly lately, the moon has been dancing on my feathers, hence the approprium titled ( Read more... )