The ground moved like water; rebuild.

Fly me to the moon... now.

The bodies became a ladder out.

New national anthem. New national flag.

Fighting after sex; sex after fighting.

Six words are rarely enough...banana.

A new year means nothing, probably.

Walls are talking; took wrong pill.

Full stomach, full heart. Empty wallet.

Los Angeles is a fake city.

Plastic face, plastic chest, white smile.

370,000+ found dead; government says accident.

We should be thankful for nothing.

Most hope left with final shipment.

Written on wall: "SPRING BREAK '98!"

threw my back, reaching for sandwich.

A camera broken; a politician saved.

However, three wrongs make a right.

The ants blend with the carpet.

Seven hundred-thousand; now, worth about half.