we nailed the remnants of last night to the ceiling thinking we might see a sign.

we were damn wrong.


colonial mustard drilled out his headache with 250 watts of cold hearted mistakes

ms scarlet choose to charge it and drowned herself in solid credit logic

professor plumb sold his shame in the name of science only to find there is no silence

mrs peacock starved her flock in flight from her recent heartthrob

mr green shot off his mouth and gave guns to his sons in spite of the blood

mrs white bleached her off her skin and in every room she bashed em all in.


some like it hot
the rest just like it.