Factories are making paper clips. Can you imagine the satisfaction? The bending of the wire. The applause of the factory workers.
I am very proud of how much vomit is expelled from my body.
They woke inside a circular fence of neatly stacked packages of steak, quail, and veal. Each package was the size of a toddler’s hand and could be opened with a toddler’s strength.
Thought we were here to help these people. But you become what you hate.
A demon with a badge, and I hate the color of tan uniforms in the same way that I hate the smell of Bud Light and gun oil.
She was almost relieved to see a simple car accident or botched mugging.