Inkwell: Authors and Artists

    
omatoes out of his butt. Everybody ducked, but some got sp-
  

    
inach souffle in their hair, down their backs, and h-
  

    
ad to go wash.  Unfortunately, they chose to perform the task with s-
  

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ome of their tentacles tied behind their backs, and it didn't go as w-
  

    
iggly as it would had all their limbs been in action simultaneously.

Once the washing was finished, they pr-
  

    
anced through the common area without even a t-
  

    
wist and crawl. Since they had no oil for the noodles, they used b-
  

    
acon they had hung on the wall.  The guests oooh'd and awww'd as the
host c-
  

    
aromed from floor to ceiling, heedless of the obvious s-
  

    
ratches in the still-wet paint. The jukebox in the corner was playing E-
  

    
verybody Plays the Fool by The Main Ingredient, and my girlfriend was mou-
  

    
lting, a seasonal phemomena not usually associated with her species, but f-
  

    
ortune shined upon her, and her new skin was covered with opalescent
scales that m-
  

    
imicked the waters falling from the passing moon, swunging low as it
p-
  

    
uked up tonight's dinner of pizza and salmon patties. The astronomer
couldn't believe what he was s-
  

    
tarting to see: Mercury in retrograde just as his wife was b-
  

    
eginning to hard vacuum the floor with that strange new n-
  

    
ut-chopper. "Domestically impaired" is the polite term: we just say
she's scr-
  

    


atching out a limerick in dust so she can play <pre.vue.25> and give ed=
  

    
ucational toys to all of the rest of the children. Apples are better than g-
  

    
iant lizards, at least on Halloween when you have to give away a lot of th-
  

    


umpers to the wolves, but by all means, do it for the children. Or, play
<pre.vue.25> and risk the fal-
  

    
lopian passage. What's that? You say you already did? But s-
  

    
urely there are more important things to worry about than the p-