Half-way down the aisle, the acid kicked in. The world melted and my cart lost its form, turning into lines drifting apart in space.

Irony is dead, in an ironic way.

Invisible owl, white feathers in a snow storm, laying down sick burns

Pink and black scribbles, perhaps some purple earmuffs, hard to interpret

A hungry baby, with crude vocalizations, makes its desires known.

"You have nothing to lose but your chains?" This was cold comfort, because without my chains, what would be left?

Enlisting in the infantrized mechanry was the worst decision I've ever made!

Cookies are great, but in the light of God's glory even the largest cookie seems dull and insignificant.

For me, the defining image of my childhood was running through the dewy grass, laughing and blowing sop bubbles.

Worn out meme and a goldfish.

Powers: Flight, transforming into a giant dong, being an otter.

Don't mess with me, or I will gut you like a fish. Actually, I do everything like a fish. Because I am one. A fish. Moral is, step off.