Legislators have pushed forward a measure calling for all “little men in the garden” to stop “softly singing in the silver moonlight, calling to our bones, calling for them.
I put my last words on a cassette and rigged it into a loop so it could keep playing cause I wasn’t sure when I was going to die.
My Knife is a Love LetterMurder is a Greenhouse and You Are the FlowerbedBlack Cat’s RegretAll the Colors Are BlackWhat the Rabbit Saw in Hell
COME ON DOWN, it’s halfway to harvest and our show lot is OVERFLOWING with wicker men priced to MOVE We’ve got towering ones, we’ve got ivy-covered ones… we’ve even.
We didn’t want to bother the aliens, so we peppered their planet with little translation drones designed to learn a single word of their language. Not a big burden,.
Ever have such a good time with your bank robbing crew that when they set you in front of the safe, you just lean your head against its cold.
First day in prison, you dig a deep pit, place spikes at the bottom, cover it with a tarp. They got leaves at the commissary you can buy on.
What an exorcist won’t tell you is that you can get rid of a ghost— any ghost, regardless of originating era— by “getting freaky” and for $4.99 you can.
Your Impure Heart Rests In My Leather Glove Cuckoo’s Nest in Razor Wire 18 Nails On a Window Sill A Butcher’s Apron for a Wedding Bed A Drowned Cat’s.