Ninjas and pancakes invade the suburban landscape...
What do you get when you cross an eel with a bicycle? Somnolence abducted!
Balanced on the verge of cataclysm, did you hear about the soup that whispers?
Time bikes backward, clutching the last whisper of yesterday.
In an alternate universe, grass grows skyscrapers and buildings breathe.
Ghosts inhabit the clouds—they tell riddles made of vapor.
Unmade beds laugh quietly in the wake of a summer's rain. What beckons behind the horizon?