Six Quips for a Misty Sunday Morning
(or S is for Sleep)
Disgusted with himself, he draws blood from an infected scab.
The best thing about instant messaging...you can witness a nervous breakdown as it's being typed.
"Buzz, buzz," says the bumblebee. "I EAT RED MEAT!!!"
Plagued by misery and self-denial throughout her life, she suffocated to death breathing the crisp clean air of the Rocky Mountains while on vacation.
A headache is a hammer cracking away at my skull. A migraine is a drill piercing through skull and brain, teasing my optical nerve.
All my friends are imaginary. They're corporeal only during twilight hours.