I don't know what these are called, but I reckon each sentence is a piece of literature. I think if Ezra went for it, I may go as well. So, here come some of those perfectly useless fragments in my head that fail to have any actual context yet seem to reveal far-away tiny worlds that operate on their own. Some of them could function as titles for a song or a poem, but I don't bother writing them. Some would make pretty awesome names for a starting alternative band or an abstract painting. I'm not saying you should steal them for your own purposes, but if you do, please replace them with another one.
- Breaking The Spine Of a Baby Elephant
- Noses On The Coffee Table
- Aristotle On Acid
- Universal Banana Feeling
- How I Touched A Bunch Of Lollipops With My Penis While My Parents Were Away
- Slave To Your Pinkie Finger
- Rubber On a Skull
- Purple Whiskey On Green Ice
- Way To Go With a Grieving Mother!
- Cry With The Door On Your Way Out
- Breastfeeding a Parrot Through Your Ferrari’s Open Window
- Identity Of a Trumpet
- Choking On Heaven’s Door
- David Bohm’s Manic Period
- Echoes Of My Fake Existence
- Painful Growth
- Is It Safe To Die?
- Vatican, You Are So Far From Us
- Visions Of The Man On The Cross
- Where Can I Buy Satori?
- Racist In The Tanning Boots
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