I cut my hand on a barbed bad joke. Men go to Jupiter but to get there would take a great deal of intelligence. Women didn’t think that phrase out. Upchuck. The trail disappeared in a hail of leaves in the wind. Now it’s nightfall. A boring night out is spiced up with vehicular homicide. People of the sea have fear of open atmosphere. Alchemy is a prerequisite for hanging out with me. At least ****** excuses one of Jury Duty. When one cries, out there someone laughs. Hypocrites get what’s coming to them. A shot in the dark is a random act of faith. There are ways around dreaming of falling, but no way around dreaming about not running fast enough away from your biggest fear. In complete silence, myths are proven. Saving the world is instructed in a language no one understands. What’s hiking with broken legs. I’d just as soon breathe on the moon than run the risk of seeing you. When no one understands, you must be considering yourself no one. Beneath the moon is where every bad thing lives. The cracks in the sidewalk are the secrets to finding love. Ego is a prison where we all spend some sort of sentence. My halo is made from a glowstick. If loose lips sanks ships we’d have much bigger boat graveyard. Why is Jumbo Shrimp an oxymoron. Shrimp is an animal, not a size. I don’t own Shrimp sized pants. A flipped quarter determined the fate of all of us. Luckily it landed on edge. Last night I dreamed I died. I woke up to find myself at my Death Row Last Supper. I went to hell on vacation. Every room is next to the ice machine that doesn’t work. Wander around an empty hospital to never be at ease again.