Useless object declares

"I'm so across everything, but that doesn't mean I care about it"

The Hubris Post

"I'm thinking of commissioning a new fountain in my honour"

An over-abundance of fingers

And these things don't just happen by chance, do they?

I'm sorry, Robert

Your ballet is cactus

There is no such thing

As a witch's pencil

A long way over there

That's where I found my bottletop

When you've made up your mind

But your mind is just not sure

The curtains, the shadows

The wall, the window
The carrot, the carburettor - oh no, that's a different picture

I am my phone

And now I can read upside down

Too many blahs

Not enough discussions

The minute he arrived

All his shutters began to open

Sub branches

That's right, even the sub branches have decided to march

Tom'art O'Factory

Stay for lunch?

At home

It's my world, and I feel at home in it

Ignore those people

They're just there to stop the screen from falling over

The experiment so far

Only a few more problems to iron out

Three funnels, one tunnel

And that's all we have time for. Goodnight

Comfy

Finally, everything has fallen into place

More awkward

If you don't mind, I'm already having an awkward conversation
with somebody else

The temperature angel

Very conscientious, always accurate, never leaves drips

Is this your first alien?

The first one this week

We stay up to watch

They stay up too. We all get sore necks

Listen, Melon

I'm warning you, my antibodies are going to tear your head off

Lurking leaves

May not be leaves at all

About your eyesight

How many fingers am I holding up?

Evening attire

Shall we go in to dinner then?

Seawater

She has it pumped up

Cheap frills

No repercussions

All your toilet paper

Is no longer out of my reach

Out of scale

Not out of tune

The company says no

You know what comes next

Who does your hair?

A little bird comes to my house

These rings are good, Dave

Yeah Trev, these are good rings

Horse worlds

They're not for us to understand

Wooden shadow

One day he's going to catch it

Small man in net

Startled woman in protective headgear

But Darling

I have to take it for work. You won't even miss it, I promise

Tiny picture

Oh, sorry. Tin picture

Conversing without furniture

"'It'll look good on my CV,' I told her"

Hold me aloft

I want to see if the world is flat

Things you need

Things I wish for you

The air hits the fan

Might be time to go inside for a while

Remember that hovercraft fantasy?

Which one of us is having it now?

Doorway of my dreams

I want to remember you like this forever

Wisdom in the field

Hey, you see our shadows? They're retractable

There's a problem

With the dressing room mirror

An entourage

Should always include two hand signallers

and someone to carry the fruit

Out of the blue

That's when they always loom into view

Your kindling

Has been requisitioned

Meandering heads

And the people licensed to drive them