The Shadow Government Needs Dopes! NOW!
Tone Death is the Enemy of Jollygoods. I will blow your asshole wide open if you come at me against this ethos.
I Eat Cheeks, A La Mode
Black holes blow glitch kisses.
Burned out car husk filled with candy
Steeled woman staring blankly into an empty chair
``They HA didn't do it,`` whispered the goof into the gun pointed at his mouth
An Ocean Of Deer Cascading Into A Dead Star
If I told you that you would die tomorrow, who would you devour?