Only the inexpressible is worth writing about.

I'm wearing headphones, you're wearing headphones - let's do lunch!

The flesh of his arm hung in tatters, his metal reinforced skeleton glinting through the dripping gore, yet there he stood, so strong and proud. How jealous I was of him then!

Hidden beneath the rushes was a raft made of leaves.

Something about her ambivalence warmed my heart.

Cleverness is its own best, and sometimes only, reward.

When I said I wanted more surprises in our relationship, this is certainly not what I meant!

You can kick only so much ass before your foot gets sore.

Might may not make right, but my cat doesn't know that.

Falsehoods are junk food for the soul.

What bothers me is not that I do these things, but how little it affects me.

Oh he's zany all right - he's the kind of zany where you might lose a finger.

I was an anomalous outlier in the Venn diagram of her life.

Why don't I remember writing this?

He lived his life as if in darkness, banging his shins on the coffee table of misfortune.

It was always a disorienting experience, and I never really knew what to make of it, or whether to believe in it, but something deep down made me feel it was important.

I love your imperfections, even as I love that you hate them.

He crashed through layer after layer of underbrush, finally landing with a thump on the floor of a large cavern.

Reality is a wiki with no revision history.

I scriven surpassingly worthier forthwith that I've aroused the involuntary-thesaurus peculiarity!

The air above the altar ripped asunder, pouring alien atmosphere into the temple. Through the mist, writhing tentacles reached out toward the congregation. There was a low rumble of thunder, and a booming voice said, "Yeah, what?"

He'd do anything if he thought it would make a good story. Of course, if he'd been a better storyteller to begin with, he wouldn't have had to go to so much trouble.

Nothing compares to the precision of factory-made food!

She wore her face like a burden, the weight of her ancestors pressing down on every feature.

If I had a pixel for every time you lied to me, I'd see the whole picture by now.

Everything fell into place; I saw the world clearly then, as it truly was. I still remember the feeling, but I don't know how to recapture it.

They'd sell a lot fewer "World's Greatest Dad" t-shirts if they required some sort of proof.

I don't believe Spam is a meat product at all. In fact, I have it on good authority that it's harvested from ant colonies, where they make it much like bees make honey.

thanks: Matthew

Any hug that doesn't result in personal injury should be considered a success.

But, after you've achieved perfection, what then? I need to know soon; I'm almost there.