Surviving the Winter

Words without pictures

Turning to Shit

This car is getting harder and harder to drive.
The road is an ever-thickening layer of glue.
My tongue is a clot of glue.

I touch my foot to the accelerator and it nucleates on contact.
My body turns to stone instantly.

Five million years later, I am found by aliens.
I am a coprolite.
They do not think I am beautiful.

Cock Block

Alchemy

Asian Giant Hornet