My favorite flavor of this season is enormity beyond measure.

Soul begins when machine invades organ.

Out of whose womb came the ice? Of the lost phallus!

Sometimes I picture my organs as tiny jewels perched on the petals of orchids.

We should use “we” less frequently, shouldn’t we?

Rarely if ever are there meaningful differences between opinions and hair.

No “Internet of Things.” “Internet of Insects.”

Meet Jay Swoff, and his brother Biff.

Appliances are symbols.

People are sausages like angels have wings.