Perfect Beauty.

Loose lips, lose lips from face.

My first story had a wretched yellow creature, like golum only bigger and smarter, owned by a wizard. They were friends sorta, perhaps companions.

Or if you prefer voodoo or hoodoo. It sounds real good.

When numbers rule everyone.

The greeter at the bathroom always said "You're in!" I was told when I left "You're coming out now!"

Words that taste like carmel and fudge.

Sweet nothings to fall into a black hole and into another universe!

It was getting close to midnight and a bell sounded. Suddenly the proctologist was facing the gynocologist. The tensions were building fast!

Small objects have 0 gravity? (right to ask this dumb question)

At last it happened!