The mad doctor had a twin giving him advice, or maybe that was just a memory from before he tore off his wig.
Black leather gloves on the steering wheel of a muscle car….
A zombie getting “better” (i.e. happier) drooling blood against the glass.
Who was the father of who? Or was it all the scaly guy with the lizard toes fault who’d forgot to use a napkin?
A few too many blanks but stares can sometimes put you in tune with the insects…and the leaves. Now leave…if you can scale that tunnel or sink a swamp.
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