Punk rock adulterer looks down on society, by looking to his left.

Charlie brown has frozen to death for reasons he does not comprehend. You are trying to explain to him why bad things happen to good people.

Watermelon holds a more positive view of Gotham than most and thinks little of Batman, but he lacks a utility belt to match his aspirations.

A brown french cat weeps, thinking of a carnival caller's mustache. Perhaps it belonged to his owner? Perhaps his abuser. We do not know.

An empty road winds into the sunset, leaving me with a profound sense of enniu. In the style of Van Gough. In the distance, quiet applause.

Green shirt blue pants. Kneeling head down, left hand covers face, right steadies himself. Blood pooling below him. I say: self-inflicted.

Seeds scatter from the cliff. Carried by polka dot girl, the wind, then the sea. To be planted nowhere.

A man wins the affections of his mouse though tender caress and the safety of blue rubber gloves, while a Pickachu learns to love again.

If the moon is out, good Mermadams stay in. Gentleman sharks are on the prowl. Ladies! In the name of decency do keep your clam shells on!

Well sure, you can hit a home run, but it doesn't count for much if your spindly stick legs aren't even going to get you off of home base.

Doctor I've taken ill, my symptoms include fire breathing, a purple rash, and dinosaur head.

lucygooseythebest is grateful to travisezell for giving her such a kind and thoughtful comment, but she knows he's lying because she farted.