Back from Thanksgiving break.
Here:
Today's random thought, and probably tomorrow's too as I'll forget to think another one:
Seventeen small, hairless mice turned as one to stare at the wallhanging calendar, put on red wool overcoats, and ritually dove into a vat of bubbling semen, where they bobbed forlornly for a time until, one by one, they sank beneath the spermfilled waves forever, leaving only floating whiskers of assorted lengths and tints to mark their tragic passage.

Tomorrow's random thought:
"It's all very well for your horse's tail to boogie with pickled pomegranates," I told my narcoleptic half-sister as her female side drifted towards the purple cow of sleep and night, "but you should elephant-remember to avoid them at night, because that's when they come to life like paper moons and tickle slowly down the streetcorners looking for undressed trees to bow with."