The Mystery of Stupid Fantastic Angst

Here’s the story of embracing the Maniac, stormy stress, and Elton John. The waves as sharp as the acerbic wit of a jaded nun, the seas ravaged by the ferocious magnetism, the pain of which revels within the very soul of a child whose finger has combusted in the mighty grasp of two devilish magnets. …

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Superstitious Minds

Here’s the story of hammer time, superstitions, and unrighteous dandecide. The rust-laden lemon shatters with righteous ignominy as the plates of Greek origin scatter as forlorn marbles across the unfortuitous crackled oak floor to the chagrin of the kindly old restaurateur, filled with rage incandescent and musings sensitive to young ears, the recalcitrant misgivings of …

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The Nude Tomato Rush

Here’s the story of a computer orgy, aging, and Gavin’s squirrels. Life, they say, as a bottle of wine, aging with fizzy magnanimous fury, often too expensive or so insidiously cheap, either way, the taste a baffling menagerie of flavours that one must profess to admire when one would rather a glass of indifferent water. …

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The Boy Who Cried Mulch

Here’s the story of the pickle of Ming, the blamers, and fetid castle wipers. The game of blame flickered tirelessly into life one cold morning in the Ming vase factory of yesteryear, the tumultuous row festered in the now-ancient but then-recent debate over how to pronounce ‘vase’, desperate-to-please Charlie’s suggestion of ‘pickle’ rightfully ignored, culminating …

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As I Watch the Cosmic Drifter

Here’s the story of the universal banana, the lockdown conundrum, and lonely moped sex. Sheep have no concept of death. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want, he restoreth my soul and clearly my speech impediment. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: …

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