Intern mixed up the textures causing several humans to be born with skin of quartz, of bismuth. Several rocks now made flesh. They both scream the same.

The narrator in the story of your life wants nothing more than to dash your skull against the rocks but for now is content with pointing out your worst traits to the audience.

The hills are alive with the sound of music. They've been chanting in unison for days now. The clouds are growing dark.

The flesh is the clay. Your coworkers the now barren river bed. The new office manager has given life to the productivity golem.

The upside down obsidian pyramid that appeared in town is a multi level marketing scam

Dress your pet up as the human condition for Halloween. Let them ponder life's meaning and receive no answer. Why's a good boy?

Ohioans have began to escape containment, which is a controversial event seeing as there is no concrete proof Ohio ever existed.

Maybe not so much mean as the frank streets of New York.

if mcr really wants to troll they should play a G note between every couple songs let everyone go nuts and then just not play WTTBP

Happy Halloween you filthy animals. The great pumpkin comes to cut you down like wheat to the scythe

Car washes to be retrofitted to deep fry your car as a treat for all those flayed skin giants that fell out of the clouds after The Event

"Truth is," I say, swigging back a long pull of beer. I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. "Any of us could be one of 'them'."