Anvil in a Lace Bootie

Her name is Brunhilde. Tweet

The sky was burning with the soft pink and silver of a cloudless summer dawn. Willa makes a quick sketch of daybreak. Tweet

The loon was granted an audience with the triffid Supreme Commander, Western Hemisphere. Somehow the loon has come to be regarded as a sort of mascot or good luck charm to the triffid forces. He thanks his lucky stars that he is not a vegetarian. In fact, he urges all vegetarians to get out the [...]

This happens whenever the loon drinks his ‘special’ medicine. Tweet

Because: Birdie Tebbets Preacher Roe Granny Hamner I mean, come on, GRANNY? Tweet

I have nothing to say today, and so I’d like to take this opportunity to say it. Tweet

This is the Forest Prime Evil, a hoot and a holler down the road from the Forest Secondary Evil. Hack your way in there, and boy howdy, you’ll soon see why it’s Prime. If you happen to escape (I laugh), sure you’ll be wearing the mark of fear forever and a day. What’s in there? [...]

This flower, Spanish Maria, is seriously training to take part in the Miss Blossom Pageant of 2012. Having just emerged from a half hour bout of strenuous exercise in the sauna, she is on her way to plunge into an ice bath, drink a fertilizer shake, and enjoy a twenty minute nap before tackling her [...]

TYPICAL LATE PLAYBILL The Amazing Bruno, A Lumberjack and His Log Bradley Kramer, The Belching Chiropractor Mysterio, The Invisible Mime Francis Carmody and His Singing Owl The Swiss Family Knife Sharpeners Marmalade Magic and Millie the Horse Count Bosco’s Operatic Mice The Song Stylings of Sam Beckett Tweet

Before descending into the evil woods, the loon paused to pluck up a significant amount of extra courage. The clammy hand of dread caressed the loon’s neck as he followed the path of death. When he came upon the rope of strangulation, the loon wept in terror. His skin turned into baying wolves. OH, THE [...]