Split Click

The card is your livelihood. As you look over the card, inspect it, you tilt it. Your livelihood slides off. The card is slate, moist; you can feel its slickness and sense, with a gentle rub of your thumb, the easy departure of the card's merit, of your merit. The card is a path whose travelers are always falling into a hole on a path.

Nixon's Closet

Lard is the vision of a slice. All prim arcs trim excess by slips and trim paces. Spots plop; remain congenial and likeable.

Barnabas Drones

There's no convincing Escobar or his stacks of buckets that no buttons are involved. And flat black gloss avers that buttons are involved whether they're involved or not. So say pallets.

Beauty Escape Hatch

The things got lost again.

Cash Lift-off

The safe zone is crowded. How safe can it be?

Business and Industry

The broken things slipped through the patrol zone.

Piano Clump

Iwo Jima batter saw, lapping.