Exit Ghost




Enter toast




Take my hoof





Off to never-never land!











Hay bubbleheads!
(Chill-aaax, Trenton)




Patrick swiped the fruit from a street vendor and
then we drank all Mrs. Micawber's laudanum.






Rats? Not a problem. The first thing I did when
I moved in was to seal the apartment with broken
glass, poison, steel wool and silicon caulking.







Optical illusion: Alice's tanned and toned
forearm, with black hairband encircling her
wrist doubles as Zak's naked midsection with
a happy trail if you blur your vision. Weird, no?






In a strange and terrible glee I beg forgiveness





My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my neck




the Reaper takes my hand





Kids playing on a rock. Something
about childish wonderment.







*Which* way is my face pointing?





Where the streets are paved in bagels





Tempted to digitally apply Easter eggs,
bunnies, and a lurking lech behind the tree






Hellhound on my trail







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