Retro futuristic t-phage. Asteroid, rude to my talent. Hiccups of ghosts unwilling to restore spiritual balance. Nintendo witch doctor simulation. Russell Crowe, paid millions to endorse special surfboard for invisible tsunamis. Dead at 42. In the place of Cradling Craving. Like Post Office Silence. A nuclear plant that can wish. Vague Beetlejuice.
Wishes to be cute internet cat. Virtuoso on Elm Street. ‘I am the only one fighting nicely’ you wish to be able to say, now.
Wolverine dragged under the avocado. The only place with no separate seating. Buy two for the price of one Pythagorean armadillo dropping. The only old man at whose feet I’d sit eating peanuts ponderously. Robots, the only creatures that aren’t ashamed to say their vomit looks like green caterpillar automata.