I admit it, I’ve been in a weird mood. Maybe not more than usual, but more consistently. For those of you who like my saner stories, they’ll be coming, but this isn’t one of them.
The police asked me about the smoking gun in my hand.
I said it had been smoking since before I met it, but it was trying to quit.
They asked about my red hands.
I said I’d been doing a craft project with disadvantaged youth.
They asked about the head in my freezer.
I said I was running a highly specific cryogenics experiment.
They wished me luck with my experiment and left.
Just as well. If they’d left the freezer door open any longer, it would have ruined everything. Now, I have to go wash the paint off my hands and go pick up some nicotine patches for my gun.
The Green-Walled Tower 
January 6th, 2014 at 11:42 pm
This is great! Great play on words… very tongue in cheek.
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January 7th, 2014 at 8:19 pm
Thanks. It was a good laugh to write.
January 7th, 2014 at 7:30 am
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Take this for rational (?) explanations.
January 7th, 2014 at 2:23 pm
just loved, loved, loved it! 🙂
January 7th, 2014 at 8:18 pm
🙂 Thank you. You’re very sweet. 🙂
January 7th, 2014 at 11:55 pm
🙂
January 7th, 2014 at 3:15 pm
extremely weird, and extremely amazing 🙂
January 7th, 2014 at 3:32 pm
Wow, thank you. 🙂 I never know what’s going to come out of my brain.
January 8th, 2014 at 1:19 am
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January 10th, 2014 at 2:32 pm
This is not your typical poem, unique in style.