“Shouldn’t Have Worn That Petard If You Didn’t Want to Be Hoisted by It,” by Eirik Gumeny
Dec 20th, 2020 | By Defenestration
The moon hung in the dark night like a single, severed buttcheek, pale as—
No, that was terrible.
The moon was a Swiss cheese hole, but inversed, because it was cheese-colored and the sky around it was—
No. That was even worse somehow.