Resurrecting the politics of Dixie Cups. I can no longer deal with this Cat and Mouse routine. Would you like to trade all the gold in the world for your sanity? What I need now is some drugs to make my dreams not make me scream. Cat’s eyes through the crack you left open between the door and the frame. Why did I do that? An unemployment line at Heaven’s gates. A cigarette refreshment. Water-Cooler antics turn into planned assault. Why is this cook taking so long to get my order correct? Let’s eat, even though this isn’t edible. So long, suckers. Justified by the meaning of forgotten culprits. Whodunit? My fate’s in an old mystery novel. Paperback shredded with maroon spilling out the pages. Look across the table under the swinging chandelier. These aren’t your friends, these are people sent here to make you suffer. You came here to talk, we came here to make you eat **** and die. Who knows where I could be in thirty seconds. Who needs the internet when I could write this on your headstone. Etch-A-Sketch-A-Bomb-Threat. You and your gang of bullies mean nothing to me and my gang of bullets. Where is my drink, maitre’D? Lovesick Scumbag. Enter this land and be told to turn back. It’s getting close to the witching hour, but all I want to know is how I’m going to defend myself. Broomstick against a Boomstick. For all I know this is the party where everyone’s assassinated. But for now let’s enjoy these cocktails. Consider this a pleasant surprise. No? Well consider it anger at seeing how happy I am without you. The wishbone broke in the other person’s favor. Battery’s dying. Hail to the chief of police for corruption. This is why we’re all lying in a pool of our own backwash. The body’s way of telling me it’s time to empty out the trash. Great scott! A leader of the rebellion against toothpaste. We all love sugar. Methamphetamine Lollipop. Judge this, coward. Go for gold or stay home as you’re told. By the time you read this, I’ll be a millionaire for it. Blood. Carcass. Knife. Toy.