“You mustn’t stagnate, you have to change, you have to amaze everyone, you have to get better and better!”

Bein’ an NJ shade is no Elysian Field, that’s for fuckin’ sure…

Natural wonders dulled easily. Knuckle-headed human folly did not dull easily. The final placard recounted the story of a blithe pioneer, a greenhorn Pony Expresser who descended from his mustang...

I'm afraid to hurt someone. Why would I hurt someone for no reason? I'd rather sit around and gossip. But I don't feel ashamed to be totally exhausted by life.

For years, Raf collected the pieces of balloon left behind from his brothers' pranks.

Death is fake, and time has collapsed! Ghosts of 1979 intrude on the present and they all do karaoke together.

Tell me, do they wear dark suits, and do they brandish sage and sticks of rowan when encountering a spirit?

We all care about the dawn of time because it is fun to mention, of course, but we also like the dawn of time because it was the start of time.

Branko noticed, on his digital map, a more valuable creature called a Serbox. It was extracting and retracting tongues from its hands. It was dancing like a Cossack outside of a destroyed public housing project.

Systematic racism and capitalism were also related via thematic arguments to the creation of the canapés. In their “glib” and “hurtful” stance toward death, the little creams had endorsed the city's divergent life expediencies.

The rose company is back in business. The rotten tomato company has never worried about business!

An ancient procession play set under the Jane Byrne Interchange.