The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 1A man touched me: his hand... my thigh. I touched him too: my fist... his jaw.
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 1After you died I realized that I never really like hunting. I just like hanging out with you.
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 2Life and Death took a break, weary from their burdensome role. Nobody lived or died that day.
The Tiny Book of Tiny Stories, Vol. 2I can bench press steam, but not fog. I just have to wait until the fog lifts itself.
This Book Title is InvisibleMy next breath may very well be in your lungs. Store it wisely, because my life depends on it.
This Book Title is InvisibleYou’re already older than the last time I saw you, and I just saw you right before I blinked.
This Book Title is InvisibleI wish there were a vending machine that served cats. Not to eat, but to pet during my work break.
This Book Title is InvisibleIf you just give me a chance, I could be the man you’ve never dreamed of and never wanted.
This Book Title is InvisibleDo you find it erotic how my pants bulge in the crotch, where I keep my coffee cup?
This Book Title is InvisibleI don’t like salad dressing. I prefer salad undressing. I’m a health freak. And I do mean freak.
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