steel drum.....never.play the steel drum

The world fattest kid got strike by lightening today.
police have suspects in custody. but no one likes the questions.
she said she always loved the smell of paint fumes.

“ I have a bone to pick w/ you” said the hungover farmhand too the zombie
The zombie said "I don’t speak your language. " and shrugged down the narrow path between the corn and indian corn.
They both exchanged emails.
and the subtitles trickling down the tattered screen didn’t reflect what was truly felt.
the light always dimmed on-top of the an abandoned restaurant.
the 05' calendar had run out of corners. and the x’ed out days spilled on the floor.