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Stay Tuned Scene 1: late night news.
look at all the people,
until you draw a blank to the
outline of their face.
(stay tuned -
that'll make you immune
to the sores bored in
a familiar feature
fumbles on the screen
preaching hate through eyes.
- it's a picture of what
once was living,
but never human.
(it's all that's left of me -
for all you fuckers to see.)
Scene 2: commercial break.
joke your way out of
what is aching you.
live while you sleep
if that helps you
but come close,
you can't shut
out the punch
from your punchline.
Scene 3: reality.
i faked the good guy act,
Man's Best FriendAn Aqua Teen Hunger Force fanfiction with Carl Brutananadilewski and Hand Banana that picks up from the ending of the episode "Handbanana".
Hand Banana, the genetically engineered yellow dog with two legs, paused from his assault on Carl, a large, middle aged man. Hand Banana's half-brother Spaghetti continued humping Carl undistracted. Looking behind himself, Hand Banana noticed that his father, Master Shake, the anthropomorphic drink cup, was watching from the window of the house next door with obvious interest and enjoyment. It made the yellow dog feel uncomfortable.
"Hey, Spaghetti! Help me drag Carl inside," said Hand Banana.
I Kissed a DogI Kissed a Dog
This was never what I planned, not my invention.
I got so brave getting a tan, lost my discretion.
It's not what I'm used to, but stranger things go on.
You came into my yard, and got my attention!
I kissed a dog, and I liked it
better than some whores I've been with.
I kissed a dog, just to try it
I sure hope Meatwad don't mind it.
It felt so wrong, it felt so right
so that's what he meant by tonight
I kissed a dog and I liked it. I liked it!
Hand banana is his name. My crazy neighbors
experimented in my pool, and made this freak of nature.
It's not what, good guys do, not how we should behave.
I get so damn con
Spaghetti... the conclusionSpaghetti... the conclusion
Herbert Garrison, a teacher at South Park Elementary, was sitting outdoors in the park on his lunch break. He was enjoying a liverwurst sandwich. In the distance, he saw a dog. The dog crept slowly and steadily toward him, simultaneously curious and shy. As it came closer he could see that the dog's fur was sparse, as if it had mange, except for behind its ears and under its nose. The top of its head was completely bald. Its paws were very large, almost like human feet, with gnarly toes that wrapped around worn-looking, green flip-flops.
"Oh look, a little doggie!" Garrison called out to only himself and the do
Prologue: Splitting SeamsPAGE ONE (six panels)
Panel 1. Daytime. Bird’s eye view of a government research facility.
Panel 2. Four computers are set up inside a lab at the facility. Two scientists are working at this station, their backs to a large screen showing a view of Earth from a satellite. A scaled, 3D replica of a satellite sits on a large table in the center of the room. On the walls to the left and right are white, dry erase boards with writing and various unsolved equations scribbled across them. A third scientist is at this station working on a new equation. Another scientist is leaning down examining the model. The fifth, and lead, sc
Scavengers"Hold him down, Frank. You want him to end up in even more pain?"
Two men kneel beside a boy of about 17. The warm, orange glow of a campfire casts grim shadows on their faces. Heaving his shirtless body upwards and causing his back to arch, the boy lets out a bone chilling scream.
"Jesus Christ, Greg. Can we get this shit over with already?" The man named Frank is at the boy's head, struggling to hold the tormented child in place. Greg has a palm-sized rock in his hand as he shifts himself closer to the boy's upper body.
As Greg adjusts the outstretched form, the light of the fire illuminates the stomach. A large, badly healed wound is c