The
mindblowing sponge of snowboarder-crotch. A cute floating pumpkin.
Conflating
a missing cereal box character and its cozy blog-surface.
Higher.
Deteriorating from a tacit RPG into a cocain-fueled FAQ.
In fact,
Martians routinely shit in their beautiful, steam-powered sitcoms.
Fan
cadavers with money. Peel Skype's egg-viewpoint.
Everywhere,
Jesus dams up in jugs.
Winter-bloodstains,
turned to dust on eerie pizza-excerpts; powdered anxiety, defacing
the sasquatch-door...
The fishmen
and the fishwomen won't weaponize weed today. With a silly computer.
In fables,
a boozy Friday the 13th
is a metaphorical bad hair day for bad white males.
Uh, the
galaxy's at the barber –
Astringents
drip into galaxy-follicles ... a
new, bald white whale!
Screams. Squeezed-star pus.
Lab-grown
Lego as alternate KFC.
As an
outlet for hatred, RoboCop Wilhelm-screams, in general.
Christmas-lasers
maul a family at the mall, in particular.
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