Would you like some cornflakes?

Today I am cynical people disgust me. I assume that like gas this too will pass.

Quite contrary, Mary broke her lamb in two. Then she had two broken lambs. The day went on.

Four pieces of chocolate cause buzzing in distended heads. There is no doorbell.

Idiots continue to complain while coffee cake rises in the streets. A scarf is heard from somewhere.

My bloody valentine induces appropriate narcosis to coat a day’s bleak jewelry. Save the stomach lining.

If you were a never-nude, what would you wear?

Free from the shackles of a report written in twisted English and statistical code, the girl asked to be hosed down with champagne.

And thus the midget suns were saved once again from war.