Month: February 2026

Antioxidant Oxen Locked-In Convenience Store

Twenty-four, twenty-four. Silver fox fur. A blackened, black-end bottom lip. Acoustic caustics acclimate, agitate. No need to run. Modern houses with modern locks; and modern lock-pickers. A sheet of cara cara orange stickers. They chewed your favorite pen, do something about that. Rough them up. Shooting down hang gliders with anti-air artillery. Enough money to go around, but I don’t want to share. Showering your special someone in their own blood. Cuffed to the wall; keep kicking your feet, I don’t care. Squawking and squeaking, the insuppressible utter annoyance of the mouse they’ve taped to your back.

Julie, please have this done by Friday. Julie, please rinse the coffee pot. Hostile houseplant. Chattering with the cheetahs–take notes please. Nevada’s gone mad, have you seen the news? Injecting yourself with every last needle you can find: the true way to live prosperously. Take what’s yours, it’s about time; haven’t you had enough? You can bash your head against all the rocks you’d like, but I’ve found boulders to be more effective. Alternatively, tie yourself to an old tree and set it on fire. Come back a beautiful phoenix. You could be so beautiful.

February 28, 2026

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70s Sinkholes Starsystem Recall Order

Annual five year test: unexposed portions of pistons, pressure vessels, governors. Half a million vermillion vats of vermilion butterflies, in a monochromatic airlock warehouse. Bowling three consecutive spares. Unmarked foreign packages containing enigmata that are just, ever so slightly, unidentifiable. Toying with long-expired stormchasing equipment; does this bring back memories, Richard? Clown clouds cloud clown clouds. She looks picturesque in that corset, in that dress. An overwhelmed, fickle, little weathercock. Please sir, please rest assured; all proceeds will be redistributed to specific sectors of the Europan Wildcat Conservatory Agency (Astral-EWCA).

Seeking six sick sickles, with the sniffles, please get well soon. Industrial industry industrialization, justification. Re: Cleo; in hindsight, wonderous. These cheap bastards, I am so very tired. Severifying metautophobia, a horrific spiral.. A new era of new era propagation systems, currently exclusive to the city of Bologna (via preorder). We are experiencing the side-effects of steam. It is about time that we start feeding the animals antidepressants. I feel fine: like a wild feline, in a box, that is slowly shrinking.

February 27, 2026
Replacing the Bulbs in an Firelift

The princess is picked apart rather ravenously; there is no heir to the throne. Three months of flight academy. The world now runs on a unified economy of catseye marbles. Locus lotuses. Ten-volt tenable tent poles and a blue traffic cone. The George array is running low on cyan ink; a replacement order has been confirmed. Two-factor authentication code: 85S0W; time is running out. The idea is to get you into a FOMO chokehold. Salisbury steak dinners and your daily medication. Ever since I’ve taken an generic-brand precision utility knife and removed the last three days from each month in my calendar (spare February), all has been tranquil and bliss.

The Californian coronary Calypso; toss. Placated plecos, in the limelight. Aubergine shadow and aubergine gloss, new shoes, a new skirt. Newsprint sandwich wrapping, homemade potato chips, and those tasseled toothpicks. A lone, not-alone crow flying overhead. The daily intake of smog amongst all else, in the winter season. The first step into a store you’ve never entered before; a sickening, queasy feeling. Model trains and model planes, right-aligned text on street shop signs. An itch, inside. Your entire life up until this point has been a mere prologue for this moment: at long last, your opportunity to have a turn replacing the bulbs in an firelift–without a harness. Don’t bungle it, you cunt.

February 24, 2026

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An Broken Weather Alert System and Atlantic-Bound Frisbees

A cluster of orchestral harps, a heap. Gallowing waves of artifice dust are now inbound. A chain-link lynx chain, no specific region; no specific region required. Two quarters and a penny–worth irrelevant. The lunar year of the horse, every year. Described in two colors: perhaps coffee. An relaxing game of billiards with a curious colocolo. The everlooping melody of a voice you thought you’d forgotten, no more eye contact, please. The ethereal fibers of being alternating between a gilded silk and an earthly ombré. Lustrous windows that cloud when you’re around, have you tried not being a worthless sad-sack? Outstretched hands towards the clouds in the field of what once was. In a little while, they’ll be gone.

Rhinestone rivers of intertwining interconnections between those who’ve never met. The business that John wishes he would have started when he had the chance, you can only pray you will not become as helpless as he has. The echoing ripple of the wrongful. A lone bear dances in the wintery woods. The consequences of flipping a coin one too many times. A long list of the years you’ve lost. Long-expired backstage passes, world’s least-reflective mirror, and a small bowl of chocolate candied whatevers. Emergency landing gear that pops at the sound of your keys jing-jingalinging. If you weren’t such a dullard, that’d be you on the television.

February 22, 2026

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The Oversaturated Pond Stone

Lacustrine leopards piddling, paddling. A hogwash set of teeth, a shrill whisper. The cinnamon eggs of the cinnamon chickens; great, just, great. Anthropomorphizing the inanimate is a surefire stream of self-destruction; please do not rely on me. Each day: check your emails, clean out your inbox, check your spam folder. Delightful little dandelions, dancing–is this too contradictory? Homeburnt media, a wonderful waste of time. Unrelated, the great fear of enchorizing a passion. Woodworks, waterworks, pyrrharctia isabella.

The stark contrast between a pond stone and an alkaline battery. Light-receivers bouncing such back and forth. The way you look at her is truly loathsome. You’re sickly. The future society founded upon Olympian eugenics–you, a contender for sterilization. Submarines circle a sea spiral. Neoclassical notebook-bound nouns. A kitty cat, ready to pounce. A lockbox full of locked-up clocks and a carriage of legumes. Piñatas, the pinnacle. Three bar charts depicting the correlation between the ants in a populous and the severity of the upcoming sea of thunderstorms: the relation is shocking. Dwindling, dwindling, dwindling. The crumpled change in your pockets.

February 21, 2026
An Ecoconscious Approach to the Potency Problem

Wind-up weather balloons leaking your secrets most-grandeur. The natural although artificial concept of a glowing globule around a glowing globule, the mist sure helps. A jackstone jaguar liming stone. Limestone. Lime stone. Limes tone. Rearranging the alphabet to be more efficient–you, or the alphabet? Ink pad blot burst birds, on the old cellar scratchpad. Total radial transparency–or, dependency. Near-holographic halo hair; the face of an angel. Intentional indecipherability, that is, not to say it lacks in substance: a jigsaw benefits from a missing piece. Gawping at the pretty colors while new-age nimrods needlessly argue the name of such. The insuppressible urge to illustrate the aforementioned.

You’re disgusting, smeared by what you sought to seduce, oafish. Satin silk sweet tea on the patio to cleanse oneself of the evening practice. Lie in sweet summer wheatgrass: an oh-so-rude intruding recollection. A momentary guild guise: a lapse in judgement, catacomb corruption. Overwhelming clementine caustics. Oregonian church organ organs. An altruistic abstraction to the tasteless. David, field journal: Canadian bobcat. David, field-journal: Canadian lynx.

February 19, 2026

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An Calligraphic Tomorrow Ray and an Obtuse Turnaround Procedure

Johnny Locket caught another pink-feathered, salmon-striped pickpocketeer. Large load: bat-powder barrels and overturned onion dollaps. Hey, I was looking for those, you filthy little thief. Starstrikingly stippled salty sea ships filled with dodder fodder. A sad little shantytown saloon. Beware: arid air. A forgotten instruction pamphlet on how to debarnacalize, evidently so. Putrid boredom lingering like little bunker bristles. The leftovers of last week’s conversation are no less dwindling than the thought of it. An empty bookcase dreading the thought of–never mind. Forty-four degrees, unreliable precipitatories. Vestibules closing in on forty-four furlongs. An early morning’s breakfast. Great Britain’s impending participle problem–another telephone box, without a telephone. He asks to borrow some change; but dammit, that’s your money. An aggravating whistle, like a toothache.

State-funded orange juice distribution, estimated delivery: you are just four stops away. Cobbling with self-produced fruitfly leather. Blistering welts and pompous whittle wire. An ornamental oar: are you remembering what this means? The bust of a beautiful lass punched out of frozen rainwater. A familiarity amidst repetitiveness. A vessel of pure asininity: does it feel like looking into a mirror? Congratulations, you are a candidate for unconsensual rotation, please hold.

February 18, 2026

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The Silver Sphinx Apparatus

Cardinal catfish cathedrals with gold-gilded poppies and yellow belly guppies. Torn turncoat ties and yelping yup yup yuppies. Silkscreen galloping guildsteeds. Twister brick knots and automated unpluggers. A box of your finest. Jerry pylons spew powder poised particles. Styrofoaming at the mouth, like a pitiful little rabid. Carnauba leaf wax shoeshine spitfire, and a stonefish surfboard. Sore sorters and pickled pincers reorganize the jolly Johnny cubicles. Beating the ad actors to the pulp, enough of that. Three-legged Moundcats toy with the tiny tropical trackballs. Stupid dust in their special eyelashes, so stupid.

Lackluster geometrics and well-done whisky whiskers plague today’s modern newspapers. Infographic: a spool of steel-plated somethings or others. Did you? Heliogram bird whistles: flowers, wildcats, and whatevers. A typographical carbon monoxide leak and at the same time, a boiled oil spill. And microfluidic peaultrix whirlers.

February 16, 2026

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Solemn Steve and the Johnny Sleeve

I was talking to Copernicus the other day. Alright? Why are you telling me this? I don’t care, I just don’t care. We built a new stone bridge, blue and John blue and made of stone and hope. You can fish off of it, but I’ll cut your line. Don’t fish off of my bridge, you sleazy bastard. Milk melters and silver coins, and the pouch made of sweet summer silk. And pink and beautiful and silky smooth like the OK disco-ball that reflects that ugly grin and reflects something else too. An embrace and a wink of the eye or the eyes and don’t look away, don’t you dare. And the smell of orchids, or grass? I wish it wasn’t. And a beautiful dress tailored to you. And you dance, dance, dance.

I’d buy you a drink but I’ve spent all of my money on briefcases. And a pocket watch with an engraving of the mayor’s face. I tore the hands off the face of the watch, I don’t really care. I’m going to kiss you. Just kidding, don’t tell me what to do. I’m a Solemn Steve, and I do as I please. Hello, hello there, Johnny Sleeve. See you later, Oleana. Just kidding?

February 15, 2026

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Shack Sphere: Gate Gatsby

The neon and the geese grease burger. Hello Yellow Jerry. Jerry, hey fellas. Shack sphere. Ringo and Juliet. Juliet Jack and Jill. Ben moves the island. The green light means: go, go go! Singaporean streetlights strikingly illuminate the sulky solemn streets and confetti flowers my hair. I feel so beautiful. And one day, glitter will lace my eyelashes and I will blink to my lover like a peacock. Hello, my feathers are long and beautiful. And my eyes, are for you. And you, are a beautiful peacock. Damned to the forest. Damned be you! Damned to hell! But its alright, the morning frost coats the cabbage and we know, that it’ll be alright once again.

February 14, 2026

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