I place my healing hand on your icicle brain.

Life is too short not to own multiple bazookas. Demons on motor scooters come crashing through my neighbor’s garage door. You can’t tell from reading this but I have gigantic muscles. Sometimes I spray blood out my mouth.

Demons do wheelies through a construction site. Life is a board game that’s impossible to win. I stand in a crowd having visions of orgies. I won’t eat roadkill, even if it’s still warm. There’s not much breath left in my happy balloon.