Come for the beautiful scenery. Stay because you are unable to leave.

Guitar lessons. All ages and talent levels. In the walls of your basement. Areas of expertise: Jazz, modern rock, scuttling, squirming.

May all your dreams come true. All of them. ALL of them.

Drink more water. No, more than that. Drink entire lakes. Guzzle the ocean. Suck dry the universe. Your skin looks great!

Stay at home, don’t go out alone. Or the Patchwork Man will crack your bones.

Fear the birds. We think you should too.

An accident has rendered our narrator quite unreliable and confused as to whether his house is growing or changing and how many siblings he actually has. He is half convinced the head trauma is to blame…but is it?

If you love it so much why don't you carve its likeness into stone and propagate terrible, powerful legends about it.

One day at a time. One foot in front of the other. One mouse inside another mouse. One cloud made out of mud. One dream about a 6-eyed puppy.