Fear. Pure, unrestrained, primal fear. Terror, raw and animal.

"What part will I play?" asked John. "You'll play THE VICTIM," chirped Suzi, adorable as ever. And then she plunged the knife into his back.

His fingers stretched. No. The skin of his hand Unfolded into long strands, as if made from ribbons of paper. He could not believe it.

A tie-wearing man who says he loves offices. He's lying. I'm sure he doesn't mind offices, but I don't think he's capable of love at all.

Yellowjacket Greenapple

God reveals himself to mankind in the form of a meowing bush.

The Greys (those alien guys) are now allied with the rams. Cows are in trouble now.

A dog and a boy. The boy is really Windows XP. The dog is just a dog. Or maybe a metaphor. No, just a dog.

The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

Puppy is five years old today!

Maybe it's a tiny dragon looking right, or maybe it's a half-bunny-half-mantis looking left.

'I had a Howitzer installed in my throat. No big deal.'