In the land of the giants, the one-eyed mouse is king.

Foraging in laser town.

Broadview of the shield making front.

Old shit on monkey lane.

Devil’s chord, porky bore, innocent on the end.

Justice, no, wait, huh. Brother? Mother?

Lest there be Lester B Pearson, we will this evening fly.

The trouble with boar stoats.

Frolic, I tell you.

Otherwise it’s going to be bigger.

Geoffrey had a vasectomy and then he got pregnant.

Hubble bubble.

Fording forging gorging, enlarging.

Melancholy froth gathers lazy per-unit-price to the windows and shouts Jesus’ name to the prostitutes on the corner.

Harder hoarder.

Fuck.