random emissions from the radio flyer

"Every time I close my eyes using positron emission tomography my skin conducts even the language of the rats," said the man holding an umbrella over his fat calves.

Sad day in the factory, as the little faux Icelander realized the coffee might be what’s making her ill each day. The silver lining? At least she need not be executed by electricity, but rather must just quit drinking the animal. Perhaps rather it’s a white lining containing the rain inside the shower stall.

Rats.

A situation has arisen and I am being vigilant on the ship’s fiery prowess.

Update to come.