The same completely honest look reflected in each others eyes, something between fear and power; She loosened her grip from around his neck.
Halitosis
Luckily, they both had a passion for garlic. If it had been only one of them, the relationship would have failed.
Alternative Conformity
She wanted so badly to rebel. So she went out and had her hair cut like all the other rebels, wore the same jeans as all the other rebels wore, and bought the same bracelets that all the other rebels bought.
He moaned, staring at a faded, curled pin up poster of a playmate, and tried to eat her brain. He came away with scraps of brittle paper stuck to his rotting teeth and something ticking like a metronome against his belly.
Haiku master say
Can’t haiku two sentences
In all seriousness, a boozy Anthropologist Tom, flanked by a bevy of Australian babes, said “Tomorrow we’re going deep into bush country.” Someone snickered.
Its jalapeno coloured eyes flickers with almost microscopic, heartlessly darwinian ecosystems. It gazes through a thousand generations dead on its jalapeno coloured eye-bubbles, and moistens thin lips with a pink alien tongue.
Fantastic insects drip down glossy broad planed leaves as the mist slithers in from all recognizable direction. The natives erupt silently, leading spears of molecule thin glass and gut the British explorers before they can ejaculate their favorite expletive.
A Stab in the Dark
I’m the master of the run on sentence, the Aryan told his Filipino cellmate. I’m about to begin another one.
Paul Bunyan wept, his grief flooding entire valleys. With his friend’s mighty earth shuddering strokes, Babe the Blue Ox was laid to rest, becoming the formidable range we know as the Rocky Mountains.
The Anarchists smash through the flimsy barbwire and sandbar defenses of the Technoindustrialists with their graffito battle tanks and gun-mounted dirt bikes. A single German issue motorbike with sidecar jumps a ramp mounted on a flatbed truck, its passenger a massive Russian warhead.
God Shadows
We’re living page 330 of Gravity’s Rainbow! exults Schroeder to Lorelei as they caper on the cold stone of a burgeoning dawn. Brockengespenstphänomen, their shadows stroke rivers and its communities, caress the fields of that rolling country.
Carrie screams in a blood drenched bathtub while in the living room Sybil is judge, jury, and the accused. Roommates from hell.
Insta-tagged by the dyspeptic dystopian dictator as a chronic criminal, saboteur extraordinaire Diode Rust took evasive measures, scattering duplicitous barcode skin scraps and eyeballs severed from the morgue. Retina and body scans positively blitzkrieged, Rust slinks under roboradar, one cool cat as always.
Pedal to the Metal
Tim Carob is a crime artist specializing in car jacking who is right at this moment crests a hill to land on both bumpers and turning onto Lollipop Street on a skid of sparks, followed by an ensemble of toots, whoops, and sirens. It is a police pursuit the likes of which has never been seen since the 80s cinema heyday of car chases, with our anti-hero protagonist chuckling up the vertiginous slope of a bascule bridge.
Jimmy Flagrant pulled all the stops and went head first into the spaceTime hewing vortex. He was split into a million million Jimmy Flagrants in a condensation of the soul and trolled the multiverse in a million million stories.
Hippie II
She never washed her hair two days in a row. When asked why not, she always replied that the very idea that you had to was just another way for The Man to steal more time out of your day.
It’s Hard Yakka
Stumbling upon a cloud, trying to get your aim right and pondering the moral implications. Cupids have it tough.
When My Doggie Went to Heaven
Bereft of peace, I couldn’t bear the agony of watching my poor doggie’s last moments of life. I turned away, covering my eyes, as the injection went in.
Seven More
When he told the lovely stranger how much he admired her tongue piercing, she replied, “I’ve got seven more. How many do you want to see?”