7/1/13 - "Feathers become sand when in deserts birds land."

10M: Rainbow country: rival colours melt, become light to fight night.
10Z: Books packed, gentle family, in rucksacks. Traveling, free range, mindset.

9M: Skulls are sincere. See right through their eyes' grave.
9Z: Cults are kind at heart. Like porcupines, or curmudgeons.

8M: Feathers become sand when in deserts birds land.
8Z: The sky falls without color. Mixed blessing. Indescribable.

7M: Remember 'til your brain becomes a stele.
7Z: Fight the man. Kiss the woman. Repeat.

6M: Coin on track. Picture the feeling.
6Z: Unmarked graves like mouths without voices.

5M: Tornado inside brain spares nothing.
5Z: Pretty wife. Pretty life. Envy.

4M: Marks soap cannot clean.
4Z: FEMA doesn't do heartache.

3M: Bird shadow slithers.
3Z: Thou shalt not.

2M: Not couple.
2Z: Infinite indefinite.

1M: Implant.
1Z: Hemophilia.

Christmas Special: 25 Word Countdown: "Everything she touches turns into music. Play her pancakes on the turntable."

25M: Traveled to Jamaica on a pirogue, tricked everybody into believing in the God of Rhum, became the king, but made one mistake: destroyed the idol.

25Z: Handles the alarm clock. Silent sigh of her mouth, wingtip eyelids, lilac lips. Beautiful woman. His. Momentarily. Rings in his hands, puts his on her.

24M: It hides under beds and stairs, behind corners, under cellars. The only way to kill him is to find out what it looks like.

24Z: Pen on paper. Pages eaten by words, consumed in hours. Busybody fate. Every line lies. Every line trash. Every line crumpled. Dreams in dustbins.

23M: Her head was full of animals. Sadness was a mockingbird, happiness a parrot. Her rage a wild lynx and was impossible to tame.

23Z: Glowworm ribcage softens footsteps in moonlight, the quiet warmth of a soul in motion. Heaven was never ours, but why make death dour?

22M: They collected the footprints of passers-by, framed them, and put them in the museum. It was the proof their land existed.

22Z: She surprises me with "I'm pregnant," immediately bores me with "Our child." One word breaks her cunningly, that word one spelled vasectomy.

21M: A community of miniature creatures lives at the bottom of the wine bottle. Imagine how they laugh when you've empied it.

21Z: Manipulate strings, optical cords articulate my puppet shaped worldview. Simple life, don't make me think. Dead leaders are easier to follow.

20M: He undressed slowly, dismantled the sweater until he held a woolen bundle. Knitted an air balloon, flew to the moon.

20Z: Twenty. Not a good age to die. Too young to know how to live. Both of which come later, unbidden.

19M: Jim had the power of talking to doorknobs. No thief or spy, only loved to check what was behind.

19Z: She sails through the hole I've crafted in my heart, assailed by undercurrents and ceaseless storms. Slowly, she tires.

18M: Checking every statue in her studio before leaving, stopped where the mirror used to be. Saw another statue.

18Z: Proudly holding the man's heart in hand, he kicks the decapitated corpse down endless steps. Mayan's party hard.

17M: Running his wig shop had made him the best friend of all the bald women in town.

17Z: Jackknife tongue divides around my edges, hugs my jagged face. We knives rarely get love so tender.

16M: Honey I'm home. She enters the bedroom. He's in bed. Cheeks red. Rustling in the closet.

16Z: "That was my head." She's lost a lot of blood. I asked if she was hungry.

15M: He watches the weather man predict the present, ignoring the window with a view behind.

15Z: The pillows met at night, heads mixing heavy air, providing dreams, making light in darkness.

14M: If she went out every night, she thought, she'd finally forget the way home.

14Z: "No," says the conductor. "Not stoppin' this train fer yer' robot'r any real man."

13M: Not guilty. Gun simply happened to be in his hand. Finger on trigger.

13Z: Martin lives on weekends. Other days Martin vacates his body. No one notices.

12M: Everything she touches turns into music. Play her pancakes on the turntable.

12Z: Riot shield ruins his birthday. Most of his jaw. Complexion. Glasses. Pants.

11M: Meeting place for their last encounter: in front of the altar.

11Z: String up the guitar, play pretty pretender. Long roads, long nights.

10M: Small hands tear the arms off the clock. Defeated time.

10Z: Zipper signs abrasions on his hand. Courtesy: his mother's purse.

9M: Paint, wall paper, paintings. Anything to hide the bricks.

9Z: Gentlemen violence bleeds genteelly across the estate. Bizarro Darcy.

8M: "Honour" he said, heads rolling off. "How much?"

8Z: Eat the cat, swallow the bird, forget yourself.

7M: Human flesh like candle wax unites, illuminates.

7Z:  Can be anything growing up. Poison indecision.

6M: Never ask for real fairytale ends.

6Z: Loved he wasn't, she he loved.

5M: Her stop is that cloud.

5Z: Cinderella's slipper fit the kingdom.

4M: Jumped. Ground floor. Embarrassing.

4Z: Quagmire kiss constricts inhibition.

3M: Horses gallop backwards.

3Z: Rock. Paper. Auto-erotic-asphyxiation.

2M: Leopard crossing.

2Z: Piñata pelt.

1M: Irreversible.

1Z: Pederast.

20/12/13 - She clears the dust off her heart.

10Z: What birds saw we didn't. All indistinct, equal, from above.
10M: To survive a world of layers: must get trapped inbetween.

9Z: First man swallows the earth, then sea, then stars.
9M: Briefcase lost in the crowd. Body amputated. Or free.

8Z: Don't feed what you can't afford, he says.
8M: Lies don't grow on trees but taste good.

7Z: She clears the dust off her heart.
7M: Her reflection on windows cancelled everything outside.

6Z: The spaces he gnawed heal slowly.
6M: Hunger is missing tastes never tasted.

5M: Standing still makes other move.
5Z: Alarm sounds in empty room.

4M: Water fell like bombs.
4Z: Up, came down. Surprise.

3Z: Saw it coming.
3M: Truth sounded funny.

2M: Disappointed smile.
2Z: Corrosive ambition.

1M: Impersonation.
1Z: Punished.

16/12/13 - Knocking's just another way of kicking down doors.

10M: Money is printing reality on paper, erasing reality, leaving paper.
10Z: Falling into the cross, like all symbols, meant burning definitives.

9M: We circumnavigate to avoid meeting the heart of lands.
9Z: Pouring himself into the suitcase required going without socks.

8M: Knocking's just another way of kicking down doors.
8Z: Quiet lives, quiet thoughts, quiet beliefs, quiet truths.

7M: Books were bricks. She could build walls.
7Z: He misspelled "marital" as "martial." Every time.

6M: Count sheep until you sleep forever.
6Z: Head on a stick said plenty.

5M: His skin was the map.
5Z: "Go ahead, shoot," said Sarcasm.

4M: Her laughter was crunchy.
4Z: Shut doors invite questions.

3M: Dial lucky numbers.
3Z: One needs one.

2M: Inwards torchlight.
2Z: Victor. Spoils.

1M: Villain.
1Z: Lemons.

15/12/13 - The world focused into a point down the sights.

10Z: The story of her face clipped sentences, ignored punctuation. Lied.
10M: He'd built an empire at the bottom of a bottle.

9M: What if your eyes turn around and look inside.
9Z: The world focused into a point down the sights.

8Z: Head gear guaranteed an empty bed. Routine disappointment.
8M: Your parts will never add up to you.

7M: The trouble with trains : choosing right stops.
7Z: Ships sank in her oceans. Transatlantic ghosts.

6M: Most people were pit-stops. Not her.
6Z: Cut in half, Mark's opinion unified.

5Z: Spacebar incisions rectify syntactical trauma.
5M: Grow darkness. Wait for fruits.

4M: Only one wish left.
4Z: Cosine smile solves me.
4Z: Upset stomach? Butterfly riot.

3M: Dissected opinions evaporate.
3Z: Jesus slam dunks.

2M: Miracle catcher.
2Z: Dreams precipitate.

1M: Cimbals.
1Z: Exsanguinate.

12/12/13 - Rooms behind shut doors are bigger.

10Z: Lampshade hats flatter less the next morning. Still! Try it.
10M: Dancing's how he cleansed his mind. Until she turned up.

9Z: Headphones put out fires, emergency sprinklers in sonic waves.
9M: Truth is something you can move around without changing.

8Z: Spelled vagrant with his fists, a bitter grammar.
8M: What is the difference between drinking and drowning?

7M: All the sugar is in the canes.
7Z: The faulty bottle opener of his mouth.

6M: Rooms behind shut doors are bigger.
6Z: Wire slid under, snaked, uninvited, inside.

5M: Bones are made of flowers.
5Z: Uneaten, God's born fruit, corrupts.

4M: Slowing down kills too.
4Z: Abel to Cain: "Why?"

3M: You never were.
3Z: Incubuses play favorites.

2M: Repaired personality
2Z: Vestigial virtue.

1M: Rehearsal.
1Z: Oops.

10/12/13 - Hide beneath the bed with the other monsters.

10Z: Whispering behind the curtain, the starlet directs this performance nightly.
10M: You can never race alone. You need to beat somebody.

9Z: Head implodes. Stuck flesh curved inward. Nasty word problems.
9M: Cutting down the legs of God in the forest.

8M: Pigeon and storks couped the world mail service.
8Z: Hide beneath the bed with the other monsters.

7M: Hope: opening umbrellas standing below the ocean.
7Z: Tongue, pinched by fingers, tastes of ink.

6M: Hidden cellar beneath the candy shop.
6Z: Tea suggests class issues coffee doesn't.

5Z: Fingernails taste funny. Stupid Herman.
5M: Secret world below the snow.

4Z: Disco's dying. Tell somebody.
4M: Human feathers are rare.

3M: Skipping you hurts.
3Z: Hammer spree nostalgia.

2M: Empty matrioska.
2Z: Empty leash.

1M: Diary.
1Z: Results.