His sense of self began to change when a crocodile twisted off his arm. His girlfriend had floated the idea of inviting the guide…
A box of rifles. A lousy compass. A chest of gold. A pile of bones. A skull with a bejeweled knife through the eye. All I have is this…
Three guys walk out of a bar; first gets into the cold, says Screw this, I’m going back inside. Sure, there’s lions…
A dream bit a knife, grinned.
I didn’t react.
Oof!
Where did these crumpled cackles orginate?