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"Quack! We're bigger than the King!" While the teeny-weeny king cheered, "Rah, rah, rah!" The woolly-headed sheep said, "Baa-baa-baa? Lets hear it, impulse purchasing, Off to the needles, mon petit sunburn, melted little pile over its acrylic ready to flame I love this stuff the needle my instincts held, pesky cootie My arms shot about how a NEW YARN acts about You may bankrupt me , but I will keep purchase yarn: HOW DARE YOU INTERUPT A JUDGE But then I not as squishy, quite a BEAUT! Le plastique fantastique! Witchie woman see how words fly wooo wooo ! IN HIS JUDICIAL CHAMBERS WHILE A JUDGE a reflection of some other universe machine (man(i)fest) CLEAR POSSESSION OF, UM, A JUDICIAL RECESS! Oh yes he did! He went shopping, y'all! // commercial butterfly death// 20 pairs of socks the page is not a gun. grand total $60 Refresh. Rethawed. Reload. 7. Raise your hand. 6. Sit correctly. 8. The brain is the moment, I saw my first dandy lion this week! and that means only one thing! Time to Cotton Bottoms UP! rave continued in Applique Aisle could resist little card shaped like a dress with some gingham ribbon? indicating when an instrument should swell orchestrated of :re-entry an opera-sized Daisy to go on conspiring to kill questions like police officers scores more by attacking a funeral using homemade cookies. Antichrist charged with Using gas peddle as brakes? Ask me to believe slightly effeminate men When you combine it and I mean 80s movies, and a steaming hot shower really makes you forget you are slipping on ice and there's a car in front of you, I tap what my instincts have so long told me, apply too much butter I aim for the sink and flick, the knife slips out of my hands Am I gonna die? I may've consumed a bag of jerky 7 months out of date! I'm really scared, Nate

I really wanted to get scared, but I couldn't. looking for eggs, found: surgical gloves, an axe and shoes, A slaughtered chicken with a knife next to it, heroin needles, He put dog poop in 4 of the eggs. he was kinda slow— fast enough to cheat. a plastic egg from a foreign party with drugs inside, "Oh man! I got broccoli in my egg!" we put ferbies in the middle of the street and waited behind a tree for the neighbor I called, "Phalanges", to get home, to see his reaction. I knew what it meant, I said it anyways, ( now that I'm older…)… gizzard! That's what it's called ! balloons filled with chocolate, sour crouton, horse manure— (our future)…—… In the middle of the graveyard stands a Never ending mailbox, can never reach the end, only The reach in the grasp of the reach of Wall street opening gunshot, (!) to activate defibrillator on a dead hitchhiker. Reaching for the Spooky lights, the all— consuming ghostly hitchhiker, antique store, Aroma park, town hall, baseball field, school, Starburst, clean the cob, the only job they had was to web off the Jemini giants face, corn Chickadees! Really wanted to dine there but Ignore the wine forget the mutton. middle America version of strip mall graveyard, pointing chickens at people, pretending it's a gun. I loved wearing big blue baggy pants, I love 'em and clowns wear 'em too. bags are the baggiest things EVER. The only accents/voices I can't do are: Barack Obama and Bill Cosby. (I do a hilarious impersonation of Ashlee Simpson, though.) he's lickin' hands again! how cute. …we gotta lotta hands, give those hands a rest! Reviewing his mother's chicken Kiev, "that's definitely a buy." She's a horse person, (not a horse person) but a person who enjoys horses. Listen, I don't have a lot of time, my cat licked my hand to the bone, ill leave the briefcase in the bush, in the bush he heard a rumbling, he looked closer in the bush, "surprise! You're my therapist!" Moodles: Noodles made out of meat. Moodles all you need. Made out of meat! Used in a sentence: MOODLES! Ya like meat? Ya like noodles? MOODLES! the word "moodles" Coming out of Will Smiths mouth. Preserving moodles in Will Smiths mouth. Moodles in the shape of will smith. Parallel parking. its kind of the theme for the day, forcing the cook to make all the moodles parallel on the plate. Rocks in your ear? You've heard of what you don't need? You might have heard about it, it's called, WAR. Don't let me encourage what they don't say is true, Eating moodles while Listening to crap music from a distance decreasing moodle if your toilet seat is cracked wood, like Who bit my bum bum? Will Smith ate all my moodles, I'm not going crazy, Moodles are nothing but everywhere I'm like, Get the moodles out your ears! who am I to you as if you were Not even closely related to Moodles lowered from the heavens, now climb, You wish you had more space in which to proclaim allegiance, impressive in the realm of depressive. I hope this book is about a papillion who fights snakes and finds water on a ranch. Peeps memory #354: We lined the peeps on the window sill and shot them with a bb gun. Tim got a pellet in his eye. I got over here for the bus and some guy told me the bus wasn't going to be over here because there was a bear in the tree," Goodin said. ÊHe was avoided by people later in life because of their fear of being hit by lightning, and this saddened him. He once recalled "For instance, I was walking with the chief ranger one day when lightning struck way off. The chief said, 'I'll see you later.'" escape in a crevice in the city from the city to feel cityness your eye on cityness on your mouth never ending in you as if from without, guiding you your way back into never ending mailbox, Your eyes receive spooky lights as if commanded transit authority redirecting feeling as if sucked into never ending mailbox again, the eye, freebasing spooky lights spit out of the never ending mailbox onto /obeying) of implicit distractions, redirecting commands by fear of outside the coloring lines shred your tax forms at the dinner table reviewing mothers hotpockets and begging for gushers. You hear: "doors open on the left at Logan Square" Every time you open and close the bathroom door. trick or treat trick or treat, give me something good to eat, if you don't, I don't care, Surprise you're my therapist!

Philip Sebastian Kostov is a 25 year old prospector of many socks in a small room
with two cats and 99 bodies of bedbugs on the wall. His work has appeared prominently on computer
screens, napkins, and the rear bumper of vehicles alike. Look for him in Chicago where he may be
seen rummaging through the garbage for inspiration/garbage.