Boobies. Buttocks. Two small pumpkins. The world’s sins. Old-timey bombs – the spherical one with the fuse sticking out the top. Straight cash, homey. He and Garcia’s back-up Hawaiian shirts. (What if the first shirt had a frocket blow-out?) Infant to be sacrificed to Melanifnif, the God of Vacations. Entropy and Order, the founding twins … Continue reading Things Parish Might Be Pretending To Hold