The Ideal Particulate

Garth asked a sleeping demon to climb down from the murdered father’s face. Garth joined him. They couldn’t go to the carnival. A car moved. They looked around, through tears, trying to come up with a story so the police couldn’t rearrange their minds.

The Energy of a Collie

In a humorous fashion, human housemates Tony and Misty become amateur detectives who are unfriendly and downright mean. They travel extensively and that turns out to be a hot mess. 

Neither of them realize that the fine cameraman who is an excellent piece of eye candy has printed several hardcover scrapbooks for family and friends.

Slippery Orange in Taylor Swift's Purse

Crystal, the skilled photographer, boldly declares social and religious opinions. Tied to the roof of the car, she has enjoyed pastel portraits and oil paintings. She won a turkey drawing contest. Originally, her daughter Hayley submitted to the Siamese cat named Sammy, who is usually gloomy and sad. Sammy’s little sister Lacy wakes up uncontrollable. She laughs so hard that she is harnessed to a sled.

Shadow of a Weiner

The killer’s dinner had to be beautiful. A Vietnam veteran, he has a ball of baffling pain and beautiful horses. He hadn’t heard from his three pure orange grandchildren, his eerie cat, or his voluptuous building super in several days.

Although this is his first premonition of military victims, he would have his dinner one day soon. He is planning a night of nude prowling. Several local physicians would soon find themselves involved in the craft of woodworking.

Ginger and Poop

A handsome tourist with medical training is preying on people living in the caribbean paradise of Metro Atlanta. Brent tantalizes the captives by lying. Brent’s mind has been polluted by cartoons and illustrations and his experiences of being murdered in the beach town of Boca Chica. A literary genius hiding a secret misconception about being a criminal. To his credit, he reaches out to the roughest but most ambitious one armed traveler current in today’s use of slang and hip dialogue.

Exit Stabs

As the hectic world suffered, notorious gangsters provided a protective shell of everyday corruption. As they got older they ended up in a Spanish Primary school and died. Then they created many traumatized shadows. There was nobody left in the village called Kintbury. Their best friends' hobbies and interests include greeting Her Majesty the Queen whenever she noticed their weakened, quivering roommates.

Skank's Evacuation

I was the first policeman who is also a playwright having written, among other plays, two plays about a nostalgic trip on an old train. Over a paella and a glass of Rioja, I prevent the cats from sleeping. 

Dealing with the challenges of eating is not so easy. One challenge after another seems to prevent me from discussing a recent burglary.  The cats will be guilty of nefarious murders.

Whizzers and Brass Buckets

People who experience interesting and exciting encounters are often scrutinized and called grayish creatures. I can recall high school, where a little boy named Charles and the alien learned to write poetry. Clowns exterminate the enemies of alien existence, blighted by hostility and lies. Scientists are quite in the dark about their origin.

A Southerner's Oral Secretions

Glittering Fistula

There's a grandeur in our twisted romance, a doomed glamour. You slap my face and spit in my food. I invent florid insults, precisely engineered to dig into your deepest anxieties. In our ruin, we dance around each other, blades in our quivering fists, fingers clenched so tightly that their very tissues have merged and hardened. Occasionally, we blindly manage to make contact, slicing.

Years hence, when we have fallen to the ground and lost our eyes and tongues and the vital essence in each of us has leaked out and commingled in the parched soil, our final resting place will be marked by a wretched tree. 

Our flesh freed from the disintegrated muscle and bone dust inside, we will be found by a curious wanderer who will mistake our flesh for an ancient scroll, our lacerations as a story written the glyphs of a lost language.

Mike Lindell's Burlap Prophylactic

The people have been interested in fantasy and intricate xenophobia. Of all their questions, the main one is what will happen when humans on the other side of the galaxy will be swept away by their own disobedience. When I was growing up in St. Croix, U. S. Virgin Islands, I heard several stories about the little creatures called liars.

Dip Spikes

William Shakespeare may well have been the first person to steal the power of the dragon disguised as a man who is impossible to trust. With the help of a river witch named Deirdre, he plagued the sorcerers in Alabama and in Utah, where the banshee assassinated a bibliophile.

An Exultation of Property

A dangerous animal who is in the garden pond turns himself purple. Though he causes her no end of problems and embarrassment, the mistress is not quite willing to wear a muzzle.

A talented footballer steals special chocolates and baby teeth. He looks adorable but he has his own special way of injuring himself with dripping paint. He eats Bank Robbers!

The Flaky Macho Guy Cruises

Caboodle, the big poodle, wants nothing from a new family but to be transported through a door between worlds as her sexual desires take control of her life. A Texas girl at heart, he is approached by a secret husband and finds herself caught in the middle of strife within the Society of Children’s Book Writers. She is forced to adopt a man who will show her pleasures she never imagined and who wants to live a normal life with several adopted animals. Tonight she will experience surprising rewards.

Sauce of Aura

My town is a friendly place. I get food and a lot of positive physical contact. A lady at the auto body shop says my hair is like oily feathers. A tree surgeon says I have healthy phloem and won't explain exactly what he means by that.

A puckered old gentleman calls me "sweet ham" and says that when he's agitated, he soothes himself by imagining my pillowy skin pierced by something sharp and oozing sweet tar. My little body in its current swollen and moistened form delights people.

Microsuede Reptile and Immersion into Senility

I danced with father and mother until I drowned. My breathing time behind me, I became stronger, with good claws to mutilate the Earth and fashion a fine underground lair.

I shelter my morality and language here to make school lose its musk. What you may see is just what it is, am excellent buried pickup truck cell.

When doctor fell asleep on me I was only a nude guy without a single pixel of clothing to my name. I lashed myself to him and eventually our similar penises fused umbilically.

Moving and speaking spiky ivy grows thick behind the lab. We have an entirely valid relationship as a single consolidated person.

At yellow creek, the nudes we sell to cruel guys in prehistoric blazers give us a sense of bravado. Their purchases earn them points which they can redeem for music or cash.

Cephalic Embrace

In the mask they offered us a chance to resign. I've never eaten and I was inclined to accept the offer. So I did.

Next, I bought a large bag of drugs from my former step-father (as an aside, I wish there was a less awkward way to refer to a step-father your proud and willful mother divorced). It was time to make plans for oblivion.

The orcs on their leashes at the leg meat cafe sounded like mesh rash, their friendship dissected and laid out like items on deep discount. Jean said she would have to edit our green simulations of ecstasy. I concurred.

Still, I wait

I Hear the Faucet Song

My family lived for corrugated lipids and weak gelatin. We awakened to the inhospitable presence of medicine, one by one until we each possessed our own distinct odor.

Eventually the worship ritual felt rather self-reflexive, a form of respect paid to the memory of a permanent flattery rather than to the horror of inertia.

None of these Hams are Fine

Crispy golf lady feeds lip noodles through a surprisingly bouyant plastic appliance that turns them into moist wads. Lip meat makes great jewelry for a stranger's husband or, if it's mushed together into a large enough lump and bronzed, a unique paperweight.

When she finishes the wads she tosses the appliance into a water hazard and indeed it floats.

Hamper on the Deck

Spirited, frisky, flirty, and polished to a blinding sheen, this is my mother. My mother! She pounds on her kettle with a heavy oblong utensil, her hands stained black with soot from the fire she pulled it from.

I am punctured by the ancient island spirit as the miniscule orbs in my blood swell and vibrate and the sound attracts someone: my father. My father!

He extracts a gleaming silver needle from his fake hollow ass cheek and uses it to write music notation on my chest. A super football jock but also a nerd, he possesses the harsh guttural voice of a sulphur stork.