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"I'm hungry," Grasshopper said. "Have been. Will be." He took off his old top hat with one thin hand as he scratched his head. "My head, it hurts. It aches. Headaches." He sat on the ground, leaning his malnourished frame against a pebble. Fish was perched in the top branches of the Wormwood Tree. He nodded. "You should have listened to Ant." "I don't want to hear that name!" Grasshopper lamented. "There's an easy way out of this, I just have to find it." "Always taking the easy route isn't v...

Back To The Way It Oughta Be I'm a field of juniper trees, and under the trees sit dozens of giant teddy bears and all they want to do is hug you but they're on fire. I'm drying my eyes and I have an idea, I'm the thicket and the mire. Worry do I, for fear of karmic repurcussions to my little neck hairs Would I be remiss to fill out your little private mad lib? You have your saving graces, like being late for work Oh, I thought your clock ticked backwards... and the windows and doors that bre...

Once upon a time in a land so very far away. That's what you'd expect. It may or may not be true. It happened, yes, in a time, though not too long ago. And the land far away part, that's just relative to where you are. Or where I am. Burning Bibles with a Zippo in Indiana is what I'm doing, and where I am. It's what I do. You open the drawer in a hotel room to put in your socks, trouser, sex toys, and like a sore left unchecked it festers in the dark, waiting to convert you as you scramble fo...

My eyes are heavy in my head, or more accurately, my lids, but my mind is running figure-eights, thoroughly, like fits, and at the cross of the eight, the little pinch, the skinny waist, one point manifests itself to every sense, sight, touch, smell, sound, and taste. This one point dares consume me, my skin condusive, tinder, and my blood begins to boil, and reason have I devouring to hinder? I don't think so. If not for the advancement of theory to fact, for what does a man live? Everything...

Back To The Way It Oughta Be I'm a field of juniper trees, and under the trees sit dozens of giant teddy bears and all they want to do is hug you but they're on fire. I'm drying my eyes and I have an idea, I'm the thicket and the mire. Worry do I, for fear of karmic repurcussions to my little neck hairs Would I be remiss to fill out your little private mad lib? You have your saving graces, like being late for work Oh, I thought your clock ticked backwards... and the windows and doors that bre...