OH MY GOD MY BROCCOLI. ITS UP IN THE AIR. I AM SCREAMING AND TRYING TO CATCH IT.

a tent has arisen. the lights fall delicately fro the roof.

fish man farts too much

interpretive dance

the aliens are moving in. their bodies are amorphous. their numbers are growing.

This town aint big enough for the both of us.

Sad round man cries into his mouth while debating whether or not to press the big red button