Eyeballed me, killed him. Slight exaggeration.

Morning after pill. One morning late.

Last man on earth. Hears knock.

Decapitation momentarily postponed whilst executioners deliberate.

With bloody hands, I say good-bye.

Children catch fireflies; death in jars.

I went clubbing. Softest coat ever.

Russian Roulette…five clicks… “Your turn.”

For sale: baby shoes. Never worn.

sounds like an alanis morisette lyric

Argued with Peeps in Watchmen thread.

For sale: adult diapers. Slightly used.

going nowhere, and going there fast.

i want to have a beer

there is a man he went

i think i think too much

i think you too much agree

(i'm getting good at this)

This is kind of sad.

i thought i would be better

there is no cure for man

my back hurts. high school sports.

i drink too much. soda pop.

jalapeno chips. my stomach is off.

Yes, Hemingway was onto something.

shaving sucks, but my beard's nasty

things we take aren't so grand

c'mon and bring your jukebox money

the love shack is a little place

The feeling one could evoke with 6 words...

I came. I saw. I conquered.