Verito

When you go so “minus Garfield,” you invent a new horseshoe theory.

The backwards feet and dough-kneading of her knee juxtaposed with the Escheresque dock and misplaced ripple are a paragon of paradox. Confusion meets solemnity. The dress is a cage. Menudo.

More people need to know about the Pipe Strip.

Fhqwhgads?

Even better, he said “I have moral armor.”

Your head aches as you reach for your coffee. You flick your mousepad quickly to avoid having the words seared on to your retinas. Roll with disadvantage.

I’m already on a list.

rebuild capitalism

Replace, yes?

And even then, you need to ask if it contains egg.

You have to know the rules in order, perchance, to break them.