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“This is what she was after: a big light-eating slice of butternut squash for a mandible. When people offer you a slice of the action the action is surely squash-coloured”

“There was once a tree performing a reverse kerb stomp in a suburb. Undoing years of industry tarmac and gravel. Made you think about who was there
first. Updigging it was like excising a two-hander tumour wrapped around a spinal cord. Made you wonder if it was worth the effort.”

“He'll bet his life to make this jaw laugh like a castanet! No but really, he doesn't mean to be disrespectful. He says sorry to the ceiling…she'll be under earth with her skull jawless in its lower half, flaccid like a foxglove or a Jacobean. Even like this, in its acid-dried state, lithic as cuttlebone, you can imagine the wetness of her mouth. A pale mist
coating her tongue in case someone inserted a fist.”

“He'll risk his life to get up on a chair to reach this shelf. He retrieves a bag of saved jaws. We only keep the unclaimed jaws, he says. A claimed jaw's worthless. DON'T THROW AWAY MEDIEVAL SKULL
a label says. There's a noise like a mousetrap, or opposable thumbs in a sack, tap dancing.“

“The glacé cherries of the female host's cheeks swell and he watches the cerulean glass of her eyes.”

“Did you know that 50% of murdered women are murdered…by their partners, or ex-partners? ((and yet)) (The prospect of a woman dying single is a greater disheartener than this fact, though.) When a woman is killed the police should talk to the lovers, he says.”