Snuff

Some one-shot dudes, they're just here to say they were.

If you puts a knife under the kitchen table, I hears it cuts the pain in two…

It's you, so fashioned and programmed by the construct of patriarchal society that you no longer know what's best for yourself. A damsel too dumb to even know she's in distress.

Our peek at bright nothing leaving us blind.

Dudes have a million ways of peeing on what they claim as just their own.

My last ten minutes before leaving home, I told my father I was an Oklahomo.

"Someone had better die today," the Dan Banyan guy says, "or I'll be headed back to Oklahoma."

Did she know Adolf Hitler invented the blow-up sex doll?

Too bad the mercury would tend to leak out, Ms. Wright says. Drive them nuts.

Ms. Wright turns her face to look at herself, reflected in the window. The reflections of her reflections of her reflections, between the window and her black sunglasses, all those Cassie Wrights shrinking smaller and smaller, until they disappear into infinity.