by 2014-15 Calliope Staff

"Blasphemy," he finished with exuberance. This superflous fellow is squatting on the holiest catus with pins in his uvula. He swallowed. Crying, he thought about a milkshake and guzzling bubbles through divine bendy straws. After that, he fell off his bulbous warpath with agony, blaring, "fornication is love?" Staring deeply at all the large gory rabbits, he touched cantaloupes with unbridled strength!!! Enraged, he spat out globules of sweet fudge... "FREEDOM."