Blood

This is fine.

Pumpkin Spice

Glad we went right to intrusive thoughts

You can pry my hope and optimism out of my cold, dead hands.

It’s a little nuts

There won’t be a second date.

Just like momma used to make

It ran over my inner child

“Welp, kids, looks like it’s another Bio-Dome and Encino Man double-feature.”

The teeth must flow

The one where Galbor realizes he has a butt