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. …

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 …

The Prankster Lord

Here’s the story of Kevin the Angel, the journey of man, and cockled horny ‘corns. In the beginning, God created man. Soon, it became apparent this was a frightfully dreadful decision. With graceful impunity, man ravaged the Earth and all she gave and saw fit to subjugate the company the Lord gave him, a decision …

You Wear Me In

Here’s the story of drunken shampoo, wellbeing, and a toxic Kevin. Many sunsets ago, appearance mattered to the early peoples little as the constant threat of a dangerous world plus the lack of a mirror and the scourge of damp incursion perhaps proved matters more pressing in nature, although one could argue that living in …

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. …

The Mean Boys

Here’s the story of the porridge grab, the lastness of niceness, and Romeo’s fizzle. Beauty too rich to use, for Earth too dear. Once spoken with righteous ignominy Romeo of Juliet fame… and thus the majesty of the overwrought male brain comprised of bravado and pudding is demonstrated for all to see. Far from a …

Yule Pay for This

Here’s the story of Margaret’s sausage, the real yule, and resting Grinch face. The cretinous ghost of Christmas past offers no real insight into the mind of today with such an antiquated mind, if indeed such possesses a mind as the genetic makeup of a spirit remains unknown to science. Yo, Victorian dude, this lass …

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 …

The Dumb Sell Solemnity

Here’s the story of seaweed loving Beatles, the bastard of time, and Krispies hell. Once upon a time, the tick tock of the majestic clock was as revolutionary as the magic of self-dry car windows, but now, they stubbornly refuse to work meaning one cannot see where one is going nor can one tell the …

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: …