[BratscheWarrior]

opened up a money-market fund so that when she retired, she could open her own cheese shop. And this shop would deal ONLY in the stinkiest swiss known to reindeer, elves AND microscopic bits of ...

[ensonar]

blathender bubbles, lavender troubles, and love woven gloves digging through rubble. With razor stubble,

[BratscheWarrior]

she walked down the tower of flaming goo and ate the fire which burned like the night air. Air that was alive and...

[ensonar]

kicking, like a mule full of pre-teen pinkish-green and tingly angst, or a skin worn windy kitten. A child of play tricked the first signal of

[BratscheWarrior]

torrential rains. The one eyed rain then paid the price to get what he wanted. It fell from the street and smacked a young man down into the...

[ensonar]

malayse of 50 gunslinging tote hipsters. Friendly though it was not, belching mattered less and less, and the feeling of someone's brief touch grew steadily stronger. And the mayonaise flavoured coffee colored scarf matted against

[BratscheWarrior]

the plain board on a whorehouse where Mitch, a pseudomylactic surgeon pissed his money away on pieces of fuzzy fuzzy fuzz....

[Nick]

chess pieces. On inspecting the marble chess board s/he could see it was stalemate & that there was no use continuing the sel-important ramblings & yet felt strangely compelled to...

[BratscheWarrior]

eat the larvae of huge mosquitos! The blood that dripped from the unborn suckers fell on the oven mitt of a long haired woman whose ears were shaped like melons. But not your ordinary kind of melon. They were...

[ensonar]

round like the sound of ant mounds on the ground unfound. Unbound...