A life-sized map of the universe and a pocket chart of sexual (cuts) of meat (positions) announce the birth of two bounding twin SILFS (Selves I'd Like To FILF).
Is man punishing herself for some perceived guilt?
Time flies when you're demoralizing your children.
Birth is mommy's most romantic meat cute and mankind's hottest selfie.
A miniature propulsive omnibus clusterbomb of painfully riotous daymares all dripping with the orange goo of dream logic. A series of loosely linked emotional parables about stories within tales that crawled out of the deepest caverns of your unconscious mind and became lovingly animated in breath-slapping stop motion - in other words, it is the truth.