Contributor of essays to Nerve. Writer of short surreal fiction for you. http://NickAndersonsWebsite.com
“You’re outta milk bro,” the refrigerator said.
“For real?” I hadn’t had coffee yet; I could barely make out how much cereal I was pouring into my bowl.
“Nah.” The fridge laughed a big clunky laugh from the depth of it’s ice tray.
Exchange Lung NoiseBack and forth like idiotsFull billow in the sailHot smelly windBarf in your faceShit in your dreamsFinish your applesaucePiss in your jeans