by D.M. Anderson Donald sneezed his brain all over the audience, his head emptying like an accordion until there was little left but a pancaked face sitting deflated atop a quivering neck. The deafening applause of the gore-splattered audience’s adoration thundered into a crescendo that would surely echo across the […]
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