In the vacuum between when and how, I squat. 

The future is blue. Blue nipples. 

I’m going to go home and stick something in my mouth. 

Look for the purple banana until they put us in the truck. 

One can never have too many homicidal muffins. 

Sometimes karma is just really, really wet. 

Resolve really is the wasp’s buttocks. 

I’ll take out the hole so we can pull out the home things. 

It’s the shiny dick and we’re the two balls just dragging along. 

My life has become a never ending meat hangover.